A gentle breeze sifted through the long, wheaten grasses of the plain. The grass was tall enough to shield many animals and, as Rees moved through the plain, she could hear things both big and small scurrying through the underbrush. The horse was unafraid. Why? Wasn't she just as likely as the deer around her to be run down and eaten by the predators that she could smell on the wind? No. No, she wasn't as likely.

Within the russet mare's mouth were your typical horse teeth, but there was a surprise as well. Cerise had grown the teeth of a wolf, her canines long and curved. Perfect for piercing the flesh of any who might be stupid enough to hunt her. If the teeth weren't enough, protruding from the woman's silver mane were twin antlers akin to those of an elk. She could use them too. The strand of predator teeth draped around her long neck were proof of that.

Feeling little fear, the mare lowered her muzzle to one of the various streams, her velvety nose quivering slightly as she scented the water before allowing her lips to touch it. Rees slaked her thirst, water droplets clinging to her lips as she stood tall once more. Inhaling deeply, the ruby lady released a searching neigh out across the plain. It had been such a long time since she'd come across another horse. Her solitary existence was a lonely one.

"Rees"

The grass was tall and overgrown, the summer heat crisping it like dry straw. A lightning strike or a lapse of judgement of someone forgetting to put out a camp fire, and this place would go up in flames razor quick. Ronan shouldered his way through, the ground cracked and muddy under paw. The further he ventured in, he noticed the soft trickle of water, the ground became a little softer, not quite so firm.

He approached the stream, the scents of various prey animals filling his nose. He was still getting used to the...concept of wildlife, to be honest. Deer didn't roam where he came from, prey was whatever rat you could grab and sink your teeth into. The hunting parties that ventured beyond the city walls, desperate for supplies, often did  not return-no one stayed in that hellhole out of a choice. The risk of leaving was, to many, simply not one worth taking. And yet Ronan had gotten out, survived mostly intact, but what had it cost him?

Ronan didn't wanna think about that, it made his head hurt.

Stopping by the stream, he paused- his distracted gaze finally catching sight of- he couldn't even say he knew what she was. Tall? Reddish and white? An animal, probably.

"Huh." A question? A statement? Who fucking knew.

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