Blizzard Wraiths [RAID!]

The stallion had indeed rolled in mud. It was a bit chilly, but he’d be working off the chill soon enough. Wangui had helped paint the mud over places he couldn’t reach, and his mane and tail hung in dreads of mud, feathers caked to the skin. His horn was presently wrapped in a long strip of doeskin to cover the light, but once the fighting started it would be removed.

For a horse, he moved stealthily, surefooted from a life of travel and chases over hard, difficult terrain, both from chasing stallions, and fighting off predators from his harems.

He was excited, and fought the urge to prance as the Spirit crossed the border. He couldn’t resist the slight rear in his steps as she sang a challenge and Cairo and Ardyn joined in. The horse kept silent aside from a snort, ears pricked against the wind and his muddy mane, teal eyes searching from his height advantage.

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