The change of ownership on the ridge wasn't something that bothered Wolf. Though, it seemed that much didn't even get a reaction from him. Even now the beast rattled the bars of it's cage in the young wolf's mind. He was far more adjusted to dealing with it than some of Hound's other children. Though ignoring it, as he had been, would only get him so far.

Though his height was not impressive, the sheer size of him was. He carried himself with the elegant grace of his Akhal Teke blood, but his growing muscular frame was every bit the Ardennes of his father's side. Though Hound was completely absent from his life thus far, the old brute would have at least given him a grunt of approval.

The colt picked his way across the ridge's interior before he jumped down a small overhang to land with a thud upon the beach below. Much like his father, Wolf hound himself drawn to the shores. The salted air stung his nostrils and the harsh wind tugged at his mane and he narrowed his eyes against it. His feathered legs carried him to the edge where sand met sea, shivering as the cold water crept up to his ankles.

As he stared across the ocean, Wolf had no idea just how much the sea had taken from his family. How much Hound alone had lost to it. He didn't know of Bardoul's attempted drowning, Roland's lost life, Mutt's trapped herd, or Potema's drowned lover. And yet there he stood, one what was the very edge of his world.

WOLF | COLT | BAY ROAN | 15HH | HOUND X FAOLAIN | RIDGE