Daybreak

A young mare trotted into the area.She was unsure of where she was but tried to hide it.She stood calmly and looked around as she nibbled on some grass.

Abamacho

He nodded to Soleda and moved forth towards the horse, images of her crimson blood flowing down his chest and into his maw. Licking his lips he stalked closer, sticking low to the ground so as not to be seen and making sure to step around things that would give away his position.

Soleda

Soleda nodded her understanding and followed his pattern, sweeping silently and stealthily around to the other side of the mare, head low, using her mottled gray coat to help her blend into the grasses that stood high above her head. Stopping at a careful distance, she awaited the coming signal.