holiday party; any

[Wolfbane]

Dovev had gone quietly away again and Wolfbane could easily guess who would be responsible. It was the why that evaded him, kept him lingering when he should’ve been in the air searching. Why the secrecy about Dovev leaving? Both the armored horse and his grandmother were as adamant as Bane was himself about doing whatever they pleased - so why say nothing at all? Very unlike either of them … he expected a snub at the least.

Hesitating for a moment, the agitated stallion ceased shifting through the Pampas grass and quietly reasoned with himself. Either it’s something serious, or something to their benefit, Wolfbane pondered, narrowing his eyes to watch the tendrils of spiky carpet shiver in the breeze. Lately everyone had seemed focused on the Plague, land disputes had been hammered out, there was even a call for gathering in celebration … The f*cking party! He knew at once.

Then he laughed.

Well, he thought as he leapt into motion again, unfurling his wings and taking flight in a Westerly direction, the invite was an open one. And that was that; Wolfbane flew in late to a gathering he really hadn’t intended to visit and found himself circling a populated section of the Island, where two very familiar horses were lingering in observance. One was Leilan, the other Leliana, and though neither were particularly close with Bane they were the first he approached after landing some feet downshore.

“Leliana,” He greeted the other pegasus first, tucking his head in a respectful nod, and then, “Leilan, you freak of nature! Well met.” in a much more chipper, robust sort of tone. “What brings you two here?”

King of Loess : Leader of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[Leliana] @[Leilan]