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01-24-2017, 09:40 AM
Albrecht
His ears pin, head rising over top of the child to bare curling lips at the antlered mare as she rounds on him. His immediate instinct is to move away, to avoid the conflict and threat of teeth and hooves altogether, but with the teetering, heavily listing frame of his battered son pressing into his hollow flank he’s unwilling to give any ground for fear of the boy falling. A low, unpleasant sound escapes his throat as air is pressed through slitted nostrils, bracing, but just as quickly as her challenge rises it seems to dissipate, leaving the mare silent and slack amid the commotion.
She blinks at him, then addresses the boy, seemingly as gentle and benign as before, and the stallion relaxes somewhat, though his eyes remain hard and distrusting at her back as she rushes away, commanding them to wait over her shoulder. The black scoffs, glancing down at the boy once more to check on his condition, but before he can rouse his charge into movement the mare is back, offering a pre-chewed poultice and some non-masticated roots for later use. She gives instructions, and then a question.
“Shouldn’t you be reassuring me?” He snaps unkindly, not quite deaf enough to have missed the unspoken accusation in her voice. Resentment surges as his own questions fire off in the back of his mind; Aren't they on the same team here? Aren't they herdmates, or does that not count for anything despite all the emphasis placed on Basin versus Throat versus Edge? Can't she see him risking his own fucking hide in this cluster, or can she only see her own dislike of him projected? He shakes his head, stifling a 'fuck you,' and tucking the proffered roots into his scarf with a glower.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Enna @Saoirse
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