Typhoon
stallion | 16.0hhs | red dun roan | of the ridge
When they were finished exchanging breaths, Typhoon pulled back and eyed his father. The red roan wanted to go out some more and search for trails his sire had worked into the ground, but his need to search for them was drowned out the moment he heard Tyr speak of him coming along. All the other words that had been spoken before were long gone in the young stallion's mind as he nodded, excitement plain as day upon his face as his tail wiggled with a happy few flicks. His hooves wanted to prance and he wanted to yell his joy, but he contained himself enough to not look like a super excited newborn finding the teet.
Grinning though, Typhoon moved a bit forward and almost plastered himself to the larger stallion’s side with his ears fully erect and ready. “I would love to join, father.” He tried his darn best to behave, but it would take a horse raised with no knowledge of others to see he was brimming with excitement. He was ready and he would always be ready. He might not get the next lead position of this home, but Typhoon cared not for it. Instead, the young colt wanted to be a guardian, a stallion that walked the borders and escaped familial ties for a long time. It was not natural for a stallion to be that way, but something in Typhoon was different. He was a diehard explorer and protector, even though he was only a wee foal.
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