Hoshor Plains a monster is among us

the male approaches — though the word is used loosely.

arktos watches as the stallion branches off from the mare and he believes he understands something of their hierarchy in that moment. he heads the front and stomps his hoof.

a warning.

do they understand? can they? will they be willing to, even if they do?

arktos does not move from his place, warily eyeing the stallion; it feels a little like a showdown at dawn fifteen steps away, turn swiftly on the heel of your boot, cock the hammer and fire. there is plenty of space between them, ample space for him to dodge should the stallion rush him.

we need to find a way to communicate. arktos speaks, offering the words to the stallion: watching for any sign of understanding or agitation.