The tiny winged stallion's shrill whinny made you stop in your tracks. He was small, but still a force to be reckoned with. The tossed his mane, the amulet about his neck glinted red in the morning sun. "This is my Song, the Song of the Blood Shadow. I am Unfuyrling of the Blooded Shadow."

Once he sees that you are treating him with the proper respect as the leader of the Song he settled down somewhat.

"Noyrmally I do not allow humans to meet with my mayres, but you would not be heyre if you could not be tyrusted."

He is obviously still debating with himself if he was willing to let you get anywhere near his precious Song. The mares obviously meant a lot to him, more than just a status symbol, he truly cared about their wellfare and was prepared to take on a much larger foe to protect them.

Finally he gives in, "Yes, you may see the membeyrs of the Song. They ayre oveyr theyre."

He struts about, obviously eager to show you something. "We have four foals, two beautiful foals. One colt and three fillies. I am veyry pyroud of them."

He suddenly becomes much more...well, nice. "A Song can have only fouyr mayres." He puffs up proudly, "My mayres are the finest of them all!"