Soljor watched the little girl pick herself up. He let out a relieved sigh that she seemed unhurt. What would Acelynn think? She hadn’t let Luana out of her sight since the spotted girl had been born. He took one more look in the early morning light and was contented on the fact that he could not see anything wet or smell blood. She’d be fine.

Then she blasted him with both barrels.

“Honey, it’s still really early,” He tried to reason with her. He might be able to talk her into going back to the herd for a few hours. He would talk to Acelynn about letting Harle and Stardust watch her a bit. Stardust was a trustworthy filly. He hoped. “How about…” Her snuggling startled his thoughts. He snorted and recollected only for her to jump away, her giggle should have been warning enough.

And then she was off. Soljor’s shoulders dropped a bit and he sighed. Where did all this exuberant energy come from?

“Luana! Luana! Careful!” he took off after her, an easy stride against her bouncing gate. She was still young. For now. When he came within distance, he gently reached out his nose to tap her on the shoulder. At least he could get her down to the softer sands of the beach rather than the rocky shore.