Warhorse

'CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAND, MY ONLY RETREAT.

So, she was a horse? Strange creatures they were - quite capable of stomping the life out of a wolf if need be, but instead of being the hunters, they were the hunted. He was also pleased to know that she wasn't going to eat him either. The fact that she was part of a pack stunned him and the scent proved her statement, a scent he'd missed earlier. Perhaps she was okay. If other wolves tolerated her, he could too.



Obsidian asked his name and he replied, "Tiresias, miss." A few seconds passed as he rose to his feet, noticing that she was no longer moving. The horse appeared to bear him no ill-will and he was feeling guilty. Standing on all four paws, he turned his orange gaze to her. "Forgive my dramatics. Your kind is new to me and I've had a rather bad experience with a previously-unknown species. I've lost my manners," he said, his tail hung low out of shame. She wasn't quite as terrifying now that he knew that she wasn't going to strip the meat from his bones.



"Mind if I ask you a few questions about yourself before you show me out?" Tiresias asked, his ears perked forward. She was interesting and he was determined to learn more about her.

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