The Unlikely Packmate [PO]

He’d spent a day or two exploring the two lands Valhalla claimed, deciding on possible shelter-points that would be able to guard his large frame from the worst of the winter weather that was on its way around the corner. The stallion had pegged a spot in the hillock that was a likely source of cover, and now stood, grazing quietly around the place Aurielle had said was the location the pack would meet on occasion.

His ears twitched at a slight rustle of paws, though one could easily mistake it for fending off a fly, especially as his tail flicked soon after. He was ready to dance out of the way in case the pack hadn’t gotten the memo that the big glowing white unicorn was a packmate.

Isolde drifted to land on his withers, head cocking to study the wolf that had yet to pop from the grass, and Taliesyn turned his head slightly as he chomped a mouthful of grass, one brilliant, large eye focusing on the indistinct figure, as he chewed, swallowed, and said nonchalantly, deep voice rumbling, "Good morning."

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