there are many paths to tread
He starts to think she might not answer him - the mare is standing so quietly, so still that he worries (in a sarcastic sort of way) that she might have been turned to stone then and now, right before his very eyes. But if looks could kill, surely Toulouse would have been rendered to a pile of ash by now. As the wind plays its fingers through his mane, dancing across his back, he smiles at her - a wolfish smile that does not relent, does not back down. A smile that tells her he is not afraid - of her, of the darkness, of monsters.
”Good for you.”
Perhaps he should be concerned. She does not seem like the type anyone would want as their enemy, and yet, Toulouse delights in it.
For a moment, as he stands there watching the trees wave at him, hearing her footsteps fade away into the darkness, he considers following her. It would be fitting, in an ironic way - he wonders what her reaction might be, when she realizes the man she had followed was now following her.
But instead, he turns away. There were more important things to do, things to see, secrets to unravel. The dark-eyed mare would be the least of his worries.
The full moon was still smiling brightly overhead when he disappeared into the forest, opposite the direction she had gone. And as he does the smile slips from his face, and all that’s left is the quiet rustling of the leaves overhead.
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thank you for the thread! i wish toulouse could have been nicer to her :c
