break some bread for all my sins
He follows in Karaugh's wake, disappearing into the trees.
He isn't too far behind the dark bay woman, but Dahmer trots to catch up to her, all the same. Slowing as he reaches her, the black beast settles in at her flank, his nostrils flaring to appreciate the scent of his new acquaintance. He chuckles quietly, letting his shoulder bump into her side as they weave through the golden trees.
"Show me your favorite places," he whispers as he moves up to her ear.
Dahmer is certainly not as interested in getting used to Sylva's climate as he is to getting to know Sylva's welcome wagon, and the shiver that rocks his dark frame makes that apparent. He refrains from grumbling, and instead turns his head so that he can sniff at Karaugh's mane. She smells of leaves, of fresh air, and a little bit of the stallion whose scent permeates Sylva.
"You're going to get me in trouble, aren't you, Karaugh?"
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