Needing the change of scenery to clear his head after the rather pointless meeting with the Fall's warriors the grey couldn't help but stew over what all had been said. "I could of bite him" Snorting with amusement the grey tried not to laugh remembering Kiara's reaction to Oxy and his comments. "Yes but that would not have solved anything. He is just.. just being him." Frowning with lack of a better word suited to describe Oxy and everything he was he chose to just leave it at that. How dare he have called him useless after everything! He sure as hell didn't remember seeing any of the rest of them at any of the last major attacks towards the herd. Where were they when they were needed? Maybe that was the question he should have thrown back in his face. Stomping his hoof in frustration he sighed knowing that there was no point in stressing over everything. He knew what had become of the pair of so called Legatus but sadly no one else seemed to see it. In all the times he had run into Oxy there had not been once that he had not been high on something and as for Rostislav well he hadn't the faintest idea what had happened to him. "Someone needs to steal that flask from him and get rid of it and no I don't want you doing it. " He grumbled under his breath knowing Kiara would instantly try and do the task.

Pacing back and forth incessantly he contemplated going to Midas about the issues. Not that it would likely do anything. "Stop Stressing!!" Kiara growled finally having enough of her bonded's erratic pacing. Giving up the thought of arguing with her the stud stopped his pacing reluctantly. Kiara was right but it would still not change how he felt about being talked to like that by Oxy. Having worked up a sheen upon his pelt from digging the trench he had worked into the ground he shivered when the cold wind hit him. Guess that this is what he got he thought shrugging it off. It was only cold nothing major.

Inhaling a breath her perked his ears as a familiar scent caught his attention. Lifting his head it took him a minute to spot who he searched for against the white canvas. Tossing his head he picked up a trot as he aimed to close the distance between himself and the mare that had captured his heart. It had been so long since he had been able to see her or his son last. Why had she kept away for so long? He wondered furrowing his brow with concern. Was there someone else in her life now that she didn't want to see him? Pushing the fear away he refused to think about the possibility of that happening when they had already been through so much. Slowing as he neared them he wickered softly in greeting as he walked up beside his mate extending his muzzle to nip softly yet affectionately at her neck.

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