Akela was bored. Mother and father were off to war whatever that meant he was not quite sure. He had seen them practicing here and there, sliding effortlessly through the trees or charging at one another on the beach. It looked fun. Mother assured him it wasn't but well, that was not what he saw.

Mother and father both had been stern when they told him that he was to mind Calypso. He had given her a sidelong glance, flashed her a debonaire smile that usually got an amused grin from mother but it seemed Zjeena had warned her. It did not phase Calypso. She refused to allow him to follow his parents into the surf, would not let him use the free time to 'just visit' the ridge or even the shore. She would not even let him try to climb the leaning tree that he swore mother told him he could. It was a lie of course but he just knew it would work. It didn't.

One day turned into two. Two days into a week. Time seemed to draw on with his parents gone and only Calypso and Gnome in charge. It was quite boring really. A heavy sigh falls dramatically from his dark lips as nonchalantly he kicks at a particularly round stone with his black hooves. It hopped over the uneven ground until it rolled to a slow stop near the bay dun tobiano filly Medusa. Bright eyes gleam in the bright afternoon sun as he prances towards her with smokey blue neck arching and growing charcoal mane flicking back and forth with each jaunting movement. "Sis!" he teases, a playful chuckle lingering in his words as he reaches for her with a mischievous nip. If Calypso wouldn't let him do anything fun then maybe Medusa could think of a fun game or something more entertaining to do.