~Sintemaza halted. His whiskers twitched as he picked up the vital signs of another inhabitant of this forest. The huff of a murmured breath, the light stamp of an unwary hoof. He abruptly broke into a silent trot, now anxious to see if this could possibly be an incredible stroke of luck; that it was a helpless foal, strayed from some careless herd.
Beggging for death.
He drew nearer to the scent and, making an effort to make the resound of his hoods nearly silent, slipping in and out of the veiling shadows as if he was one himself. Squinting, his eerily keen eyes sliced through the midnight forest and rested upon a dazzling coat of white. Befuddled and irked, Sintemaza retreated to a nearby copse of overshadowing pine bushes.
That's no foal....~
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