Kalovantha

Lysander, a rather slight weanling with a darker coat, stood quietly beside the grey mare that had taken him in in this herd. At her feet was an even darker colt with more white streaking his coat. Wendigo bumped the sooty golden colt with her nose and flicked an ear. “Why don’t you and Armand spend some time from the herd?” Lysander snorted softly but just looked away. It did sound a little promising, but with how Armand was he knew that they were likely to get eaten by a mountain lion or something from the colt wanting to befriend it. “It would do you two good to get away from the eyes from the herd. I am not blind to the looks they give you, especially Armand.” She actually looked down at the sleeping colt who stretched out with a surprisingly gentle look. It always struck Lys how gentle she was with the colt despite her blood-soaked appearance. That and just the other day Lys had caught the mare, who was built nearly as thickly as the stallion that ran this herd, playing with it