Warhorse

'CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAND, MY ONLY RETREAT.

Tiresias wasn't sure how he'd gotten so lost. He'd been wandering the West, exploring the different regions with no real attachments to any of them, and somehow ended up here. He hadn't met any wolves along the way, only unnaturally large herds of deer. It piqued his interest for an hour or so but the memory of the deer evaporated when he realized that he had no idea where he was. It was far from ideal to be lost in an unknown area that could easily be pack land. He could only hope that, if he had ended up on a pack's land, that they would let him go in one piece.



In the midst of all his thinking, he came upon an unfamiliar sight. Whatever stood before him was massive and dark as night. It had an elongated face with long hair coming from its neck and rump - what he figured to be its scruff and tail - and at the ends of its long muscular legs were hard-looking things, almost like stones. It looked to be eating grass and as it did so, he examined the long white scars on its dark fur. The scent was foreign. Certainly not anything he'd ever encountered.



Tiresias tucked his tail in-between his legs, crouching low to the ground as he scrunched his shoulders. His ears flattened to his skull tightly, as if he feared the creature would tear them off, and he tried to keep his heavy breathing quiet. Tiresias couldn't even bring himself to bare his teeth. He was too frightened of the beast before him. Maybe he could still get away. Involuntarily, a whine escaped him, a pitiful sound that most pups would make when weaned from their mother. His body trembled but he kept his gaze trained on the horse.

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