He took a deep breath and he had slowly gotten out of bed, undisturbing to his bedmates, whom just rolled over and groaned about someone moving off of the bed. He got up and got dressed in his skinny black jeans and his leather jacket. He still had been in the process of making himself a shirt to go under the jacket, but so far he had trouble finding the right fabric to finish the piece. The only recent thing he had been able to finish was fashioning some red, leather, and fingerless gloves that he was rather proud of. He also slipped these over his hands and he had then scribbled a note and put it on the counter to tell Krystalle that he wanted tea when he came back and that he was going to go out and hunt for them, as well as scout the borders a little bit for the 'sake of the pack' or whatever reason he was supposed to be scouting. Maybe he was trying to get some sort of recognition in the pack or something, who really knew. Mars did things for weird reasons.
Either way, he had gotten Vox, and he had mounted the steed, bare back, only with reigns over the beast's snout. His white guitar was slung over his back just in case he got bored doing what he was doing. He was not emotionally prepare for what was to come next on his journey, making his way away from his isolated home in Piccolo Village. He did was fairly close when there was a scream, and it alarmed him, and made his heels dig into the sides of Vox, making the stallion take off in the direction of the scream. Not only was it a scream though, it was a scream that was too familiar to him. Then, after he scream, there was a low howl calling for him, as if he was not already on his way. Vox's hooves thundered against the terrain as he galloped towards the call, and within a few minutes, the buckskin steed and the calico male had come in the view of the woman. She had her hood on, like she had last time, and she was with her steed. He pulled his steed to a stop, and he quickly dismounted. Are you okay? I heard you scream.. asked the male, rather coldly, not forgetting about their last meeting and what had happened then.
Mars speaks