M A G N U S
SUMMER had been a long time coming and the spotted boy was glad it was finally here. Spring had been fairly mild but the warmer weather of summer was better for Amity, Maeja and Nemain who all seemed to be doing well. He tried his best to keep an eye on his three daughters as much as he could but they were growing and becoming adventurous. Just a few hours earlier he had caught Nemain about to explore the caves on her own; it seemed karma was paying him back for all the stunts he pulled as a young colt.

THE heat of the day put a spring in the bald faced boy’s step as he almost pranced along the border during his patrol. While he remained vigilant, it was not in his nature to be to be subdued, especially now that his wounds had healed and the good weather would only last so long. The caribou herd on the other side of the mountain were still thriving despite the predator presence and he hoped that said predators would remain with them rather than returning to the bay. He certainly didn’t feel like luring the cat back over any time soon.

WITH an energetic buck, he took off back toward the herd, blue eyes lingering over each of the mares in sight and the foals at their sides. It seemed almost all of the mares in the bay had given birth this season and all the foals were doing well. That also meant that the foals now outnumbered the adults, although Soljor’s oldest three were almost fully grown and could barely be considered foals anymore.

SPOTTING Soljor over by the pines, Magnus adjusted his path to intercept him. With so many newborn foals in spring, they hadn’t had much of a chance to talk other than the odd brief, passing update.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE