He was not disappointed like he expected to be, another came out of hiding, though he is taken aback when they call him by name.
His head whips to the source that called out to him, a chestnut mare approaches him. She looks familiar but it wasn't until they closed the gap that he recognized her. She had a different exterior, ivory bone encased her, and dried blood clutches to her pelt. Is this new exterior the cause of her blood?
He closes the gap between them, his maw touches a trail of blood that has melded to her shoulder. Brazen, does it hurt? He says her name gently, worry detectable in his tone.
He pulls his maw back, he looks her over to get a good glance at her wounds, but what he really notices is the newly developed curves on his fully grown friend. He has known her since they were children, but even with the blood stains she is beautiful. Though he takes a gulp and shoves his thoughts into the back of his mind.
[corban]
@[Brazen]
