The common grounds had grown quiet as of late, the calamity of the breeding season drawing to a close as almost every mare that would come into heat had. They had all either fought off pursuers or now carried children. His mind flicks back to the blue roaned woman he had covered naught but a night ago, sweet words and flash enough to heat both their bloods. She had been kind and he would find her again soon, before winter truly did take hold of the islands. He had no desire to run off to one of the smaller islands and try to carve out a home again, at least not at present though the thought did often come to him. He had tried his hoof at leading and while he no longer looked at his past with woeful eyes of failure he had no longing to start it all over again. Ragnfridr had solidified that for him at present, her anger the fuel to make something more of himself and dig out of the run from whence he had wallowed for far too long.

That thought and fire brings him to the edge of the marshlands today, starting out over the reeds and water the wheels in his mind churn. As all on the islands he had heard stories of the Lagoon men, some verging on nightmares told to foals to keep them close at night. Ruffians, thieves, no good the whole lot of them, but unlike some Bondurant did not villainize the men of the swampland. Rather he understood them, the urge and need to act based on pure instinct. They were the wild men of the Islands but it did not make them any less a part of it.

Perhaps that is why he has come, standing on the edge of this decision like a knife. He knew they were no pushovers and he could not take a decision to join them lightly, but it seemed the fates had brought him back for a purpose and he could find none other than this. With a light snort which materialized in a puff before him before fading away to the early morning light he strode in to the swamps with a focused gait. His large head tucked into his spotted chest, emerald eyes flicking over the landscape careful where he tread and looking for the first sign of motion in the lightening shadows. While he did not fear the lagoon men he still respected their capabilities enough to be on edge. He paused in the heart of the territory, large hooves sinking slightly into the mire while his two-toned tail flicked haphazardly behind him. It wouldn’t take long for him to be noticed at least he thought with a glance across the rather barren landscape. He missed the trees.