P A C E M in loco isto (Grimm)

"speech!" thoughts!

The draft mutt's hoofsteps were heavy, though not so enough that they gave away his position as he entered Selisona. The visit was strictly politics, and since his friend Adelaide left with, despite their very recent alliance, it seemed he had to go place he never wanted to set hoof. He had nothing against Selisona itself, no, the herd was a dashing mixture of equines. It was the Chief he feared a quarrel with. He knew that one wrong word, and Thalmic could potentially be the target of an attack from either of the other clans, minus Gascti. He doubted their new Chief would risk such a move. Hist, was his name? Well, at least there was finally another level-headed stallion in charge to balance out the mare Chiefs.

Perhaps this visit wouldn't end in bloodshed, the way he predicted. He knew that this Chief was a tough one, if that is the right word. Not so tough to handle him, but others seemed to be wary of her "strength", and so he must be as well. The star-spotted stag whipped right on into the heart of the dunes, looking around for any signs of life. Aeon had slowly acquired some activity, after gods know how many months of oppressive silence, but so far all seemed calm. Peaceful, even.

Aristotle's light blue eyes wandered along the shoreline, waiting for someone to notice his presence. Heaving a sigh, the Chief lifted his head and let out a deep summon, one obviously meant for only Selisona's queen herself. Perhaps she'd hurry along- he hated to be kept waiting, especially with so much on the line.

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