A fierce bellow echoes across the rolling foothills of the previously quiet land. The sound so bold and challenging that it reached clear from the high peaked mountains all the way to the depths of the mysterious forest. Seconds passed and again the deep, brassy neigh broke across the hills and valleys again even before the echoes from the first had a chance to fade away. A furious thundering of hoofbeats accompanied the second demanding call as the wild stallion tore across the green fields, kicking his heels at invisible foes. He galloped with ears pinned and his teeth gnashing at the same imagined enemies. The mealy-dun stallion was a mighty force to behold to any that watched; a stocky but athletic Swedish Draught Horse full of power, energy, and just entering the prime of his life.

Abruptly, the burly horse through his weight back onto his haunches, skidding across the rain-soaked earth and leaving deep muddy scores in his wake. He twisted sharply, spinning into a proud rear, large hooves striking aggressively at any who dared oppose him. "These hidden lands... this forbidden dale - the forest, the hills and valleys, all the way to the mountains - belong to I, Rhaego, from this day forward!" This was shouted into the spring breeze for all to hear. The words as well as his displays of ability and ferocity were a brazen challenge to any stallion that lingered within the foothills or forest. This land was Rhaego's and none others.