Shooting the Breeze [Balian]

Though Taliesyn was well and truly at home among the wolves of Valhalla in the Plains, it was always nice to return to his old haunts. The flat expanse of grassland with its single river and milling herds of bison and elk and pronghorn had been his most traveled spot before he’d made a home with the wolves.

The stallion ambled across the grassland, tail flicking light trails through the air as he swished at flies and mosquitoes. Isolde circled above, watching for dangers.

Wangui lounged on his back, perched on his rump, but the lemur was ever vigilant. Soon enough Taliesyn’s hooves stopped at the side of the river, and he scanned the area, before he glanced up at Isolde, who gave an all-clear flutter of her wings and went back to spiraling.

The stallion lowered his great, horned head and drank his fill before wading into the river until he was in over his withers and his hooves threatened to lift off the riverbed. He ducked his head below the water, coming up after a moment with a water-spraying snort.

Above, Isolde gave a click-screech of alert, and the stallion’s head swiveled, ears pricked with interest. It was the call that alerted of another horse, not a threat. Someone he knew? Or someone new?

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