Counting Sheep

Balian · 03-02-2023, 01:58 AM

He was patrolling the outskirts of the pack, ensuring that the sheep herds were safe from outside predators. It was late into the night, the stars above blanketed the sky and his breath could be seen as heavy mist in the cold night air. He shivered for a moment before Idu arrived with a blanket she had sewn herself out of sheep's wool. It was heavy and warm, perfect for this sort of weather. He nickered a gentle thanks before the howler monkey returned to the warmth of the old barn, but he continued his nighttime stroll with his other companion sitting somewhere in the nearby trees. This time of night was peaceful. Most of the world was asleep, but somewhere in the distance, he could hear the hooting of an owl and the gentle bleating of sheep from those that had yet to go to sleep.

Life in Avalon was quiet. Peaceful. He was the black sheep of the pack, all things considered. But he got along with his "packmates" and he considered them his herd. Or at least, as close to a herd as he could get. He hadn't seen any other horses for quite some time, though he knew of Tal from Valhalla. Perhaps he'd pay the other stallion a visit at some point, just to catch up and see how he was doing. For now though, he kept his focus and attention on his patrol.

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Counting Sheep

Balian