A muffled curse broke whatever silence had been surrounding the large figure as he crashed through another thorny bush. There was no doubt that flying to the place that he meant to go would have been a lot easier but Saxon had taken the time to prowl the forest looking for something that would ease the thirst that he felt rising within in. Today of all days he wanted this little quirk of his satisfied before meeting with the company that he was expecting to see. The hunting was not going smoothly though. An hour into tracking down potential game and the stallion was growing increasingly volatile as any quarry he managed to lay his eyes upon fled the vicinity before he could reach them.
Saxon's red eyes gleamed in the early morning light. He gave his head a shake before debating the wisdom of a daytime meeting with his father. He had sent word though so he would stick to the plan. As the half-kalona watched the world around him grow brighter the urge to continue hunting abated. Although he was willing to forgo hunting Saxon was aware that in doing so he would be playing with fire. Taking to the air the stallion adjusted his trajectory to wing his way towards this meeting.
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