And now? That handsome painted stallion and his brown dragon she'd seen around the herd were gone. Dead. Murdered. Who would do such a thing? And why? Frustrated with her lack of answers, she lashed her tail against her haunches, stinging against her hocks. What next?
Shadowing her footsteps, still short enough to pass unaffected beneath the aggravated flick of his bonded's tail, paced Kaiden. The young kitsune whined anxiously at the emotions roiling beneath the deceptively calm surface of the mousey colored grulla who shared his soul. Electricity crackled between the five tips of his tails, dancing over the foggy colored lengths of the bushy extremities that swayed through the air. He didn't really understand what was bothering her, only that he wanted to make her feel better.