He stands calmly against the tree, ears flickering on top of his head as he takes in the pleasant Jungle noises. That tranquility is soon interrupted though by the sound of heavy footfall behind him. His nostrils flare and the overwhelming smell of the Chamber reaches his senses. He quickly stands up, body tense as he expects nothing good to come of this meeting. What could the Chamber be doing here in the Amazons.
The chestnut horse quickly steps in front of Hakeem and the paint stallion throws his front leg out suddenly in warning as his ears pinned back flat to his head. "Why do you wish to know" he asks the stranger when questioned for his name. The other had not offered up any name either and Hakeem was not currently inclined to give his own to what appeared to him, to be some random invader. Hakeem had been much the warrior during his younger days and going against a single horse did not worry him.
"You best be on your way, child," he informs the other stallion in a heavy tone, nostrils flaring open in his annoyance. All he wanted to do today was to relax and that relaxation was being disturbed.
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