He had won that brawl last year and he stands now alert over a couple of mares that had fallen into the reaches of the Lagoon men, only just come into his own really. He had been a big youth, but he’d only now started filling in the large hooves and long legs that brought him uncomfortably tall in comparison to many around him.

His gold flashing black hide catches the semi-tropical sun through the nearly jungle canopy - something between bayou and tropical rainforest. Humidity aside, he still shone with the unusual shine to his golden-peeking hide. His shudders and then shakes himself of the odd sensation as he breaks past the spanish moss and stepped further into the more tropical clearing with its large fronds and less squishy earth.

He had kept them away from the most swampy of the territory, but he wondered if today wasn’t a good day to go visit the beaches of the Lagoon’s namesake. At least the barrier reef and shallow atoll would keep the sharks away. "Ladies, children, I think today will be a traveling day - we will go to the Lagoon and camp there for a day or two." The winter in the lagoon towards the south was very much warmer anyhow. The ocean would be brisk, the sun would be warm and bright, and the land to the southwest would be prime with a lack of sucking traps to pull them under.