Caelen simply eyed the stallion. Part of him wanted to go all over-blown and pompous and protected Faolen, and the other part figured that that would indeed make the.. mutant get territorial. He didn't use the term mutant in a derogatory manner, just that that was indeed what he was and calling a spade a spade was his way of living life. Dancing around the truth and finding fancy ways to say what sounds "worse" in plain-speak gave Caelen a bloody awful headache.
His eyes caught and turned to an unusal colt that was coming the group's way slowly but surely. Had this turned into a bloody mad-house? Nah.. he'd give the other stallion his due but why hyper-focus.
He'd hate it if others looked at him as if he were unusual all the time. Blinking Caelen leaned down and nipped at Faolen's shoulder.
"Ye've made friends, eh lad?"
