Braylen did not need to be encouraged but he went on nonetheless when he felt the nudge of her muzzle against his flesh. Ears tipping forward and eyes alert he sets off at a long stretching trot, his stride eating up the ground as his hooves kicked up the sand around him. Only when he strides the harder ground does he feel more comfortable and tosses his head a bit in the relief and excitement to be home and with a new found friend. Speeding up into a lope he does not cast a glance to see if A’idah has followed. She had been much too keen on this trip to fall back now and so he is confident that she is behind him and keeping up.
The path is well worn and for the most part the trail is churned earth when he has come flying through this terrain before. He stretches his stride now to gain speed, his body leaning with each turn as he weaves among the giant guardians of the forest. He is graceful in his own way; a confidence that comes with being born on this land. Even as fallen trees lay ahead he never breaks stride, jumping with ease as he had been doing for two years now.
Finally Braylen begins to slow, his nostrils wide as they drink in the much needed oxygen as he comes to a standstill. Before him lays a beautiful meadow and although it is small it does not lack in color. Wildflowers bloomed to show splashes of color across the opening making it almost looking like a mural. Head high and eyes alive from the thrill of the run, he looks over to A’idah with a smirk but does not say anything.
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