Post by briz on Jul 6, 2009 8:44:49 GMT
Gringolet walked very carefully down to the river, keeping and respectful air and what he hoped was a friendly stance. Still new to his territory, he'd discovered the tracks of what looked ot be elves leading to a land inhabited by foxes. Not wanting to stalk them, he'd decided to try and find out where they lived. He was hoping these elves were like the ones he had grown up with and maybe might want to be friends, heaven knew he had learnt his honorable ideals from their example as a young foal. If anyone was to be thanked for his courage and loyalty, he thought it must be the elves. He only hoped they were friendly; not all of them would be, hence his staying well away from the Rebellion Lands.
He trotted down towards the river and drank deeply; maybe if he waited awhile someone might come, otherwise he'd wander on downstream.
He trotted down towards the river and drank deeply; maybe if he waited awhile someone might come, otherwise he'd wander on downstream.