It has been weeks since Fuego had last seen the pale hued figure of his padre. The boy could not understand why the man had to go so soon after the boy’s birth, and why he and Switch had to stay hidden. The dark colt looks over to his mother’s slumbering form, the morning light peeking through the dense foliage above to cast her in an ethereal glow that left him staring at her in awe. As fierce as she was, his madre was quite beautiful; which only reignites the fire of why wasn't his father here to appreciate madre too!

The colt stamps his little hoof, snorting out his frustration into the silence around him. They camped away from the rowdy bunch of stallions the young colt could smell on the winds, the ones padre had warned them away from at least until he too could join them. Was Fuego himself not capable of protecting his mother?

Small ears swivel back, listening for the quiet breaths Switch exhales as she sleeps, taking this as his cue to sneak away. The lagoon, as he was told this place was called, was a jungle. Some of the parts he’d been allowed to see were quite beautiful, remembering the glistening pool of crystal blue waters Switch had guided him to one morning before any others could spot the pair. He wished to see it again, his legs scurrying him further away into the thick undergrowth in what he hopes was the right direction. Soon the cold would freeze it all over and the boy hopes he is able to reach it before then.