White Carpet

The wolf that came into sight was aged, visibly so. It was in the squint of her eyes as she came closer. But the flood of questions was much like what might come from the lips of a foal full of questions about the world around her. Wangui scoffed softly at being called a monkey, retorting, ”Lemur!” before Taliesyn gave his frame a brisk shake to remind her of her manners.

There was no danger in this wolf, and so, he didn’t shift to flee her approach, instead smiling with some apology as he spoke.

“Please forgive Wangui’s brusque nature. She’s grumpy on the best of times. And yes. You’d never expect a horse to have this much hair but when spring hits I’m my own personal blizzard of hair. And it’s a horn. It grew with me. A lot of my own kind mistake me for being a mythical being called a unicorn, but I’m simply a horse born with some interesting physical quirks.”

Wangui snorted her disagreement. The stallion glowed like no other creature she’d met, and she still sometimes had to be reconvinced that he wasn’t some benevolent god.

He chuckled softly at the lemur before adding to the woman, “I am Taliesyn Trystan Tempestien, by the way, son of Obsidian.” Maybe the mention of the black mare who had lived amongst wolves would trigger a response? He doubted it.

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