Four paws followed four hoofs. His stride great and long as he attempted to keep up with the faster beast. Long pink tongue fell from his jaw as he panted in the summer heat. Not even the drizzle that fell could cast the humid spell from the air. But they were both becoming used to it, and it wouldn’t stop them from playing their game. Hybrid and horse ran together in silence, chasing each other as they gained strength to pull ahead in a sprint. Lumière did not like to loose, and her stamina was far greater then the small coy mix. He gave in, slowing and walking at a lazy trot. He barked at her, yet she only slowed enough to turn her head in mocking. He smiled wickedly at her, and took to the chase.
The sun was setting happily, tired from its day of blazing behind a heavyset cloud cover. The shadows filled his surroundings, but Heath noticed little. The dark accented mare led him through a barrier that Heath hardly second-guessed. He had not been here before, so the landscape was new and a mystery. Still he gave no hesitation in following his light that led the way. He found her, enjoying the open fields and moving slowly in search of water. He shook his head, lying in the claimed land to rest. Once his breath was caught the male changed so that two legs could be used and hand utilized.
He and the mare made their way though the territory, now understanding that it was indeed packlands. In the past Heath would not have a second thought about creeping into another’s lands, but now he wore the scent of his own pack. He represented Cour des Miracles, and he said he would cause no problems, but Heath knew this scent. It was the scent of a friend, and he was welcome here. Lumière was leading him anyways, and he was not one to not follow her.
The tawny and black hued male walked slowly beside the mare, his light colored paw placed on her neck. They traveled deep enough into the lands that he found structures beginning to sprout from the landscape. The dark of night had just about settled, and the male turned to begin the game of follow the leader out of the territory. It was not polite to be intruding, especially at night. The mare would not follow, having found something much more delightful. " Lumière, nous devons partir. “ He spoke with a hushed voice, but as he moved around a tree he was met with a face of another horse. Looking around he saw that this one was not the only horse roaming what he thought was a village. The male put his hand softly on the horse, speaking in a hushed tone. " Je doute que vous apparteniez ici."
Gold eyes searched, finding a rope coiled and hung on a nail beside of the buildings. He untied it, and looked back at the horse that stared at his face. "Repos."he spoke soothingly to the strange beast.