Cutthroat and Papercut

The mare and her daughter had traveled long and far but were safe now, safe from the pain the torture. Cutthroat felt no fury against the stallion that had given her a child for Papercut was the one amazing thing in her life now. She was the one thing that kept the blood bay going. Coming to the Tall Grass prarie the female stopped and gazed around her, her black orbs seeking any danger and finding none. Remaining cautious however Cutthroat kept her head up and her eyes open her ears swiveling to and fro all the while keeping an eye on Papercut.

Papercut moved with a hop in her step always remaining optimistic and trying to make her seemingly sad mother smile. With a whinny the little black duchess began to trot circles around her mother bouncing and kicking merrily trying to make her mother laugh at her silly antics. "Come on mama lets play!" The small hybrid said. She was an anglo arabian warlander cross and was for now small and slight but promises of size loomed in her features. Her legs were long and carried the young filly far even now. With training she would become a fast runner, and a swift killer.

Balto

Classified Info

.:Tag:.
Balto

.:Cursed:.
Male

.:Heritage:.
Gray Wolf x Siberian Husky

.:Appearance:.
Grayish brown; lighter underside. Simple facial mask.

.:Orbs:.
Brownish

.:Dwells:.
Nowhere in particular

.:Lover:.
None

.:Kin:.
None

The wolfdog had been bored with living among humans all the time and so ventured out here, into the real world of wilderness. More commonly known as the animal kingdom. Balto looked at it as just about all the same. Except one consisted of animals and the other of humans. He trotted along, his muscles bunching beneath his pelt. It was thick now, perfect for this winter weather. Soon the hybrid spotted the mare and filly. Few of those he seen around, which actually was kinda unbelievable. He yawned and then slowly advanced on them, but with a friendly posture. The last thing he needed right now was an enemy. He shook his dial lightly before stopping a ways off, far out of reach of flying hooves. He sat back on his haunches but was ready to spring at the first bad sign. "Hello? I'm Balto. Who're you?" he asked, auds pricked yet planed out to the sides.

Cutthroat and Papercut

Cutthroat eyed the dog through slitted eyes, no sound escaping her for a moment. If he came closer-

She hadnt been paying attention to Papercut so much attention was put upon this lupine. The little filly squealed with joy at seeing another being and bounded forward right up to Balto. "Hi Im Papercut. Whats a Balto? Ive never heard of it before. What are you? Can I be like you when I grow up? Do you have a family? Where do you live?" So many questions poured from the black fillys mouth and she gave Balto no time to answer. Cutthroat however moved closer as a warning to the dog no sound coming from her still. This was her daughter, her new life. If this lupine dared to make things go wrong for them there would be dire consequences.

Balto

Balto showed no sings of aggression towards the young flicka as she seemed to just bounce up to him in an overly-active fashion. He sent a wary glance to the older mare before clearing his throat lightly. His auds went back a bit. "Hold on! One at a time! I'm Balto. Next?" he said, laughing quietly. So young and full of life. Too much life. He adopted a friendly grin before wagging his tail, but it was only a few brushes against the ground. Personally, the wolfdog never met a wild horse before. It was actually very interesting to him, and he hoped this would go without bloodshed.

Papercut

Its like a Whirl wind Inside of My head

Papercut snorted in pure joy and said in her happy manner "Do you wanna play? I havent gotten to play with anyone in awhile. Do you like to race? I like to race I think its really fun!" She whinnied and bounced around her blood bay mother then back to Balto once more.

"Darling you shouldnt bother people." The mother said softly. Her words were soft and musical but a hint of pride could be detected. "Im sure Balto has better things to do." She wasnt telling the dog to go away but she was unsure of how the dog stood on horses or if he even liked them. She smiled at Balto feeling a touch more comfortable with him. It wasnt much but a little which could be a lot for her.