Wheeling Gull Isle when we're young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea

While the lick to his muzzle did not answer any questions, he found himself not asking anything further. Rokig could be a follower. He was rather good at that he found out.

It was a familiar inky figure that made his tail sway behind him. That was until equine was being run off. His gut clench at the thought of those hooves hitting anything or anyone. He couldn't let the two lean females take care of the issue by themselves, though. They had been so kind to him. The least he could do was help run off the hoofed creature.

He let out a deep woof as he aimed to close in on the equine's side, with hopes it could be herded elsewhere.