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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:30 pm
She only laughs back at him for the statement, calling: "Oblivious, of course, my poor Loki." She watches him eat up the ground with his stride; not as gleeful as her, clearly, but willing to tolerate her excitement. It's part of the reason she loves him so much; another male might not be so willing to put up with her. She dances on the ridge, fidgeting and ready to be off again...which appears to be at least partially for show, for she does still wait for him as he comes closer. She noses him.
"Fair enough, you're the very perfection of soquili," she says, in a slight tease. "As am I, and now we're off to discover something more about the world. C'mon, Loki." She curves her neck, eyeing him, then trots off down the slope, further onward into the foothills.
Hours later, they're still in the foothills; but now moving into the mountain pass, the massive structures looming over them.The sun has already begun to set, and, thanks to the peaks, darkness is already settling over the land. Here, day is almost shorter: the mountain blocks out the sun longer in both the morning and in the evening.
Isilme's able to keep up a good pace (they are mustangs, after all) but it's getting evening, and the barking of coyotes not far off makes her halt in her tracks, her grullo body darker against the colorful, sunset-strewn sky. Her ears twitch nervously, and she darts a look to the stallion. "Perhaps we'd best look for some shelter," she murmurs. She's not unduly worried about a coyote pack...they were small creatures, after all. But where coyotes roamed, wolves could be. It meant there was enough prey around here to support a coyote pack, and possibly a wolf pack as well. The mare doesn't particularly want one or both of them to be on the menu. She glances about, squinting into the hills. It's fairly bare...the hills are grassy, and further above the ground becomes rocky; the treeline is several hundred yards up. "Have any suggestions?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:34 am
Loki feigned hurt, his ego obviously bruised. So obvious, he could hardly keep himself from laughing as he scaled the face of the hill. It was an expression he dropped easily though, in part because he wanted to, and in part because her teasing withdrawal coaxed a self-satisfied grin across his maw. "Of course you are," he admitted, willing to share. It was the least he could offer, with her willingness to not only tolerate him, but humor him too. "And I'm getting to it!" The stallion did laugh that time, scarcely bothering to hide it as he ambled off behind her.
Despite his 'reluctance' to get started, the stallion settled into the journey easily enough, without so little as an off-handed, complaining remark. And the prospect was actually an exciting one, really. The pair hadn't gone off just for the sake of it for some time by then, and perhaps unsurprisingly, his high spirits stayed with him for the remainder of the day.
He grew increasingly edgy as the day pressed on though, and by the time dusk had started to settle upon them, his step was a light-footed one, his hooves only just touching the ground before they sprang up again. It wasn't that he was nervous persay, but darkness in unfamiliar territory did put his senses on edge. So, when the canid barks cut through the relative silence, he had expected, and met Isilme's glance.
"Perhaps," he offered, still teasingly, but he had already turned to glance around the immediate area. Inhospitable was the initial impression, but he craned his neck to further investigate. Pressing into the forested peaks would have proved more risky than not... No room to maneuver, unfamiliar terrain, additional cover for predators. And there was no guarantee of shelter overheard; a simple canopy would not have sufficed, given the circumstance.
"No, but we could ask the dogs if they have any." Loki's tone was a little darker than usual, but only briefly - he still looked off into the distance. "We could follow this around - see if there's an overhang or a cave of some sort we can reach. Or, if you're feeling particularly daring, we could check the trees for some sort of shelter to hole up in. There's got to be something inhabitable up there," he added, grinning faintly. "I'd wager we'd have better chances with the rocks, myself... There's no telling though." He wasn't as concerned with finding protection from the elements as he was finding a secure place to rest though. Even if it was decidedly colder up here, above ground level, it was still a modest spring evening, and they were hardy creatures.
"Does the creative female have any ideas?"
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