In the Moor

He’d been patrolling regularly, though he was careful to be random about it. Aerie would be raiding at some point, and the time was unclear as yet.

It had been a quiet, pleasant day, and he was on his way back to his grotto for a little rest when an ear swiveled back at the tread of paws, followed by a bark of greetings. His great, horned head swiveled around, ears pricking as he peered around his glowing white haunch, a large teal eye seeking and finding the young lady. Laoise, if he recalled rightly.

The stallion's teal eyes softened, wrinkles and lines lifting into an equine smile as he rumbled, “Good day, Laoise, isn’t it? How are you?”

He stood to let her catch up Isolde lifting off to circle above, likely looking for prey.

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