He'd said goodbye to whatever life he'd had before when he stepped into the lagoon for the first time. It had been overwhelming at first but Isengrim had quickly adapted to the shift in his life. The speckled stallion was resting quietly beneath a tree, the water lapping quietly at his sides. It had been quiet lately, and he wondered what had caused such a thing. Perhaps it was the disappearance of the boss, or maybe there were less brothers. It was hard to tell, but he was curious. He hadn't put much stock in his actual family. He'd gone to visit his father, whose bite was certainly worse than his non-existent bark. A part of him had once considered asking to take a place at his side, but he didn't want the cold, and he didn't want to be there, with his father.

His mother, he loved her dearly. But there was no place for him in the desert. And for a time he thought there was no place for him anywhere. Until he'd found the lagoon. It was made up of a band of brothers, all with varying ideals and personalities. It was strange, at first, but Isengrim had found his stride rather easily.

With a groan, Isengrim pulled himself to his feet and peered across the greenish waters. He could see, and smell, his brothers in the distance. His family. The one he chose. With a shake of his salt and pepper mane, Isengrim eased himself into the shallows. Each step of his speckled legs left ripples in the water.

He stepped out of the shallows, find a small patch of grass suitable for grazing and quickly dipped his head. He flicked his tail lazily across his hocks as he began to eat. He wondered how long such peace would last. Whether he would have a quiet afternoon or a quiet week...a month...a year? He doubted it, but only time would tell.