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[ ....>_> *magically makes it morning again for RP purposes* ]



It had been several hours since the rising of the sun, and the forest quivers with small gasps of waking life: ants follow one another on a quest for leaves and various other food items, squirrels uncurl from their slumber, and, of course, the most popular:

The twittering of birds in hot pursue of each other.

Brannon had tried to ignore the peeps and squawks around him, but to no avail. Tossing and turning, he gives up when a cardinal makes his singing debut just a couple of feet away from the tired stallion.

"Ugh..." Sighing, the blue roan pinto lifts his heavy self from the ground and heads towards the river for what he hopes will be a rejuvinating drink of water, or at the very least, some peace and quiet away from those that are 'twitterpated'.

Ducking his head for a final low hanging branch, Brannon finds himself relax as he steps into the un-filtered daylight by the river. Already the chirps aren't heard as loudly, and the sound of running water nearby was calming to his shot nerves. Smiling, he ventures further out of the forest, thoroughly enjoying the sun's rays warming his back.

That is the last time I try and sleep in the forest. I think I'd enjoy myself more if I slept out around here..., he thinks to himself before lowering his head for a drink.

However, at mid gulp he pauses. Swiveling his ears, he detects a rustling noise coming from across the river he was drinking from. Normally this wouldn't be something to be worried about, but as it turns out, it hasn't rained as much for spring just yet, and the river itself is low with a slow current. Anyone with enough motivation can easily make it across, and swiftly, as well.

Keeping his head low, his eyes gaze upwards and spots the wolf, but no sign of the excited filly. Feeling his body tense again, he keeps an eye on his foe, unsure as to why its attention is diverted elsewhere.

The entire episode flew by Brannon rather quickly, as though he himself were frozen and were watching life around him go by in fastforward. Wasn't it just a second ago his single worry a wolf? A blue blur zipped its way to the river and now appears to be...

Well. That's not good.

Forgetting about the wolf, the stallion jumps into the water and manuevers himself next to the frantic filly - the water only rises to his chest, so the water should neatly rest below her neck once she's settled down. "Whoa, whoa..calm down there, little fella....it's alright..." He tries his best to use a soothing voice to catch her attention, and to hopefully coax her into ceasing her furious flailing. "Just stand still and tall, you're safe."

After the splashing subsided and he finds himself standing next to a calm, if not a bit annoyed filly, he whickers in relief and smiles. "Of course. Hence the fella, not fellow. More femenine connotation, but I can see where it can be misleading..."

He looks around the area to make sure it's safe; turns out the wolf is timid and perhaps even friends with the foal, so she's no longer a threat. Aside from her, they seem to be alone on the river for the time being.

"My name's Brannon, and you?" Stepping forward, he slowly makes his way to a bank, hoping she will take the hint and follow him to it.

"That is great," A grin spreads along his muzzle, the tiredness clearly gone at this point. Getting closer to the bank, the water starts to shallow around the rocks and sand and both soquili will feel it easier to manuever through the water. Feeling that this was a good depth in which she'd be safe in incase some freak storm came by out of nowhere, Brannon steps onto the bank and folds himself down to watch Akila, giving her the option to stay around the bank and splash around to her delight, or leave his company in pursuit of other adventures.

"He must trust you enough to let you wander around by yourself, even if an escort is needed."

Brannon flicked an ear, a little perturbed by her mother's ignorance. While certainly, many kalona are reputable for being the bad-tempered cyclones that they're viewed as now, but it couldn't be all of them, especially the half bloods and foals. After all, there are plenty soquili with anger problems, why shouldn't there be kalona with a soft heart?

As far as skinwalkers go, he couldn't respond, as he hasn't run across one so far in his travels. How strange.

Focusing his attention back on the filly, he whickered. "Oh, I'm sure all of them aren't as bad as your mother says. Though it's always good to keep your guard up, I suppose."

"So," He adds, changing the subject so that he isn't later hunted down by an angry mare who feels that he is misinforming her babe, "where are you off to on this glorious day of adventure?"