M A G N U S
MAGNUS could only imagine how much worse his girls would be once they hit a year old, especially if they took their adventurous side from him, which was looking more and more likely. He was going to be running after them left right and centre and all the while trying to find a stallion worth enough to take them home when they were of age. Sometimes the spotted boy barely felt like more than a child himself and the responsibility was a daunting task. He was determined to rise to the challenge though and prove to Soljor and Olaf, not least himself, that he was a capable stallion despite his young age.

THE bald faced boy chuckled lightly at the painted man's words, ”Hmmm, I don't fancy my chances.” He knew his girls would be every bit as bad as Soljor's, if not worse. He wondered if he would get to see how bad Amity would get or if Elexzra would take her off Tinuvel when she was old enough; it had always been a possibility but he hoped he had changed Elexzra's mind enough to keep the pair of them in the bay. With his injury induced absence however, he wasn't sure if he'd done enough to sway her. He snorted lightly at the though, shaking the thoughts away to listen to what more Soljor had to say, ”Close” he grinned, ”Parts of the mountain have cracked beneath the snow, it's hard to tell which will support weight anymore.” He'd have to keep the foals away from the area where the rock gave way on him.

HIS thoughts swung back to Elexzra as Soljor brought her and the other girls up. ”They all seem to be doing well, darned if I can't pick the most anti-social ones though” He'd have to work on bring them together more, though he could see that backfiring horribly.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE