Shiver

Having a winged companion meant the stallion could generally relax fully. He was laid flat out in the grasses, Isolde circling above and keeping watch, Wangui huddled up against his forelegs, tucked between them where it was warm. A tropical creature, the lemur never really liked the cold seasons of the northern lands of the world.

Isolde coasted in lazy circles, keen eyes watching the plainlands below, her glowing friend’s form an easy landmark on the ground. From up here, one might easily assume him dead. Another form moved, and she eddied on the wind, head tilting for a better glimpse. A small mare, jumpy and grabbing a drink from the small river.

Taliesyn was, quite simple, enjoying the deeper sleep afforded by laying flat rather than standing. All horses needed to sleep this way for a little while to fully recharge, and he valued his two friends’ assistance in allowing him this rest.

However when Isolde landed lightly on his belly and gave his hide a dig with her talons he bolted to his feet with a snort, blinking before the split second switch between sleepy and wakeful cleared and he looked at the hawk with some reproach… nothing compared to the glare Wangui cast both of them.

The hawk tipped her head toward the mare by the river, right as the filly bolted like a zapped cow out of the water, clearly given a fright. But there was no sign that she was actually under attack, and no wolf, bear, or big cat chased from the water.

The stallion stood watching, one ear cocked back slightly. What had gotten into her? Finally, curiosity won over and he called out, “Are.. you quite alright, miss?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think