The painted stallion relaxed when he heard Fly’s voice. He had been a bit concerned about her as of late. She had been distant from him since Stardust’s birth. He had begun to worry that she was ill. But she had recently come back and well, hopefully Stardust would have a child soon. He offered Fly a smile and reached over to give her a nuzzle.

“Fly, it’s been a while,” He said. He shook his mane a bit. “I’m very well. The wolves don’t seem to be around and everything is going smoothly.” Maybe too smoothly. Soljor couldn’t hope to relax his vigil. His family was growing and growing. His daughters were all healthy and hardy, and he intended to keep it that way.

He was on good terms with his neighbor. In fact, better terms than he had hoped. Magnus had been staying out of trouble and doing his part.

So yes, he had every reason to be happy. And every reason to be even more vigilant. He brushed his dark nose against Fly’s shoulder.

“And what about you?” He asked. “Something on your mind?”