There was something different in the air. The stallion inhaled deeply attempting to sort through the various scents that he could detect on the breezes that ruffled his mane. What exactly was it that he was detecting on the air? Saxon growled softly in irritation. This seemed like an intruder on the area that he had staked out as his. His eyes flashed quickly towards the direction he knew that the mare Maevlynn was resting in before stalking forward. Whomever had decided to call unexpected on this night would find a fearsome sight. Saxon gripped the shaft of his cleaver between teeth that ground down on the handle. The stallion grimaced at the scent once again assailed his nose. There was a slight familiarity this time and confusion became more pronounced in his mind. Who was out there?
