Onok & Others

"This is one of the meadows we frequent. Come, I'll introduce you to the herd." Onok was saying as he led Moonlit to her new family and to freedom away from the human and his wolves. He crossed over the open field, moving towards where the herd was grazing on the other side, though he stopped now and then to make sure Moonlit was keeping up.

Callaquioa drew her head up and and felt a rush of relief at the sight of her stallion's returning. After the loss of Darkia and the foals, any mention of human had her nervous for the herd's safety. "Onok! You made it." She nickered happily to him and cantered forward to embrace the other with a gentle touch of her head against his.

Brennik was a little more reserved, but happy nonetheless that his father made it back okay, and with no obvious wounds to show like last time. Better yet, he even brought a new mare with him! He didn't trot forward to welcome the duo, but he listened with rapt attention, and offered Moonlit a bob of his alabaster head in greeting.

Moonlit Moor

The mare trotted slowly towards the group, trying to make a quick read of the others with eyes nearly as dark as her dusty-black coat. Only a smudge of white above her nostrils and a single alabaster sock on her front left leg broke the monotony of her pelage. She shook her head once, moving a wavy lock of black hair from her eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." She offered a smile to Brennik for his own greeting. "I'm Moonlit Moor, but you can call me Moonlit."

Onok & Others

Callaquioa looked the new mare over, wondering what kind of temperament this one had. Would she be friend material, or more on the aggressive side? Her introduction was pleasant enough, and Moonlit's smile at Brennik certainly didn't lose her any points. Raising her muzzle, the roan mare finally offered a greeting herself, "I'm Callaquioa, daughter of Chark and Enyalius. Call me Calla, for short." With her blue eyes still gauging the other, Calla nudged Brennik's shoulder, "And this is my son, Brennik, and-" She broke her gaze long enough to look about for her other child, "Thor is my other son. He's probably off sparring with Loki again."

"Pleasure to meet you, Moonlit." Brennik returned with a bob of his head, "Where'd you come from?"

"Actually-" Onok's baritone vocals broke into the conversation, "-that's something I need to address with the herd. There is a human in the corner our lands, with two wolves. I wasn't able to drive them off yet, and for the time being, I want the band to stay away from the far corner of the territory."

Moonlit Moor

As she herself was being judged, so too was Callaquioa. And so far, she could find no reason not to like this younger mare. Her attention went to the colt then with one ear pricked for his question, and another for Onok's interjection. She listened patiently to his orders before she answered, "It's true I did live with that human and his wolves for a short time. Before that, I lived with other humans. And before that... I don't have much memory, but I know I was captured by the two-leggers at a young age, and don't remember much about my old family or life before then." The casual way she describe this suggested that her lost freedom hadn't weighed heavily on the mare, for she hadn't experienced it long enough to know what she'd been missing. "How about yourselves?"