03-23-2017, 03:03 PM
"Ah yes, the Meadow." He remarks with a swift glance around them. The fall of fiery leaves, the lone caws of crows, an occasional rustle from squirrels as they hurry to gather their stores for the winter. "Out for a stroll I suppose." He rolls his shoulders with a slight shrug with a small smile to accompany it. "And you, Bris?" The young stallion takes the liberty of shortening her name, ears forward as he listens for her reply.
color changing, tiger boy of taiga
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