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he narrowed his eyes but said nothing as he followed. He was free to continue to gripe at the time it took, since the choice hadn't been his. he was thuroughly prepared to be miserable, no matter what happened.

He walked with her and flicked an ear in irritation. His old friend was going to be a father, and hadn't bothered to tell him? No, it was just take this girl where she needs to go. Just fine. Whatever. He just couldn't beleive Heha had him babysitting without telling him there would be a baby. Or worse. Babies. He didn't like foals. they were noisy and did what they wanted, when they wanted, leaving everyone else to pick up the pieces. Foals. Baskets. Who needed them? He had his hands full with the filly in front of him! Oh grass, was this training? Was Heha training him to be a babysitter for the foal? Well he would have a few things to say to Heha about THAT when they got back!

Freinds? Foals? Where was this filly coming from? She couldn't be more scattered if she were dust in the wind! Did she have a single thread she could follow mentally, or was her mind more like a shallow pond filled with a million swiming shining guppies, so that the shininess of any one guppy distracted her from the last? Did she ever even stop to breathe? Seriously, what was wrong with her? Had she been trampled as a basket? That would explain a lot. Which question did he even answer? That was, if he was going to bother to answer any of them. And the silance made her uneasy? Last time he checked, he wasn't there for her peace of mind, just for her physical safty. That decided him. Let her be uneasy. It was no hair off his hide. He swished his tail once before joining her in the crevice.

He followed, and braced when the cold hit him. He braced again when she turned. He waited for the words he was sure were coming. When she turned back without a word, he actually felt a knot of tension ease.He stepped through the cold and the snow, feeling a thrill rush through him. How long had it been since he had actually felt the snow? The cold? It felt wonderful, and he felt almost... at peace. He felt his sholders loosining and despite the pull of the snow around his hooves, his steps felt almost light. He even could not hate her at the moment. HE felt so good, it was hard to remeber things like hatred. They were small hot embers. Hatred, rage, furry, annoyance, jelousy. Those were all warm weather emotions. Unless something triggeredf them, it was easy to let the snow freeze them, lock them away. HE half closed his eyes, relaxing as he walked, almost wishing for an excuse to stop and rest. Not because he was tired. Far from, he was invigorated. But... Just to enjoy the feeling of the world of white.

He blinked, startled and stared at her. This was their grand quest? He had assumed that they were fetching some rare herb to heal a wounded foal, or some thing similar. Something to help another. She seemed that type, with the annyong pure heartedness. And it was just to come to a place where she could sit and sulk and be weapy? Was she mad? Well he was getting there, though not in the crazy way. And he had told Heha that he would protect this slip of a foal. He didn't know what universe the filly lived in if she though leaving her to freeze to death qualified at seeing to her safty. He narrowed his eyes. No. He was not going to just abandon her to waste away and join her family. What a foolish waste. He sat down in the snow. "We leave in the morning" he grumbled at her. No way was he abandoning her to the elements up here. EVen as much as he loved the snow he knew the dangers of the tempting lethergy too much time in it produced. Not. A. Chance.

He followed her, irritated. A little of that irritation was with himself, but he kept that bottled up, largly because he wasn't fully certain that he understood her. "I made a promise" he said simply. He was not going to let her die up here. Not on her watch. She wanted to cme back later, alone and be stupid. well that was her cho.... he wasn't going to let her die up here. Hypothermia was far more dangerous then anything encountered on their journy. No, he wasn't leaving her alone.

Did he know what it was like to be alone? Was she kidding? Had she met him. Of course he knew what that was like, he lived it. Pretty much every day. Always had. He had never even known his family. And it didn't bothr him, at least not much. What point was there even in family? He just... didn't see it. They always wanted something from you, ner as he could tell. Still, he had seen some families, at a distance, that seemed happy. But... He shook himself mentaly. This was neither the time nor the place. he flicked his tail. "There is nothing to say" he mutered finally. And there wasn't. He wasn't an interesting Soq, he wasn't thrilling, his life wasn't a series of daring escapes or escapades. He wasn't a fast sprinter or a talented artist. His life was simply what he had been doing before he had been convinced to escort her. Wandering. Alone. That was his life. What was there to tell? Nothing.