Quiet. The Inlet was very quiet. Wonka frowned, white-splattered legs picking up and carrying his youthful and developing form along the innards of the coast. Both Tarrant and Ade had shared stories of the Inlet but their tales always counted on it filled to the brim with breathing, living creatures. The last of their bloodline to own it had been his “uncle” Aleksei, yet when he had arrived here there hadn’t been a stallion in sight. In fact, he was nearly ready to claim there were no equine forms except him and his father in sight! A bit of a snort left him, indignant and drawing on boredom as he turned directions and flagged his nearly silver-white tail behind his haunches. Tarrant had explained time and time again how difficult it could be to keep populations within the terrain but Wonka had almost been hoping to find someone to talk, play or flirt with now. The impatience of a child was crawling beneath his skin, coiling tighter and tighter until he was about ready to pop.

Luckily, before that sort of a mess could happen, a voice answered his previous call. Wonka slammed to an unceremonious halt out of surprise, a snort leaving his nostrils and his limbs stumbling in the cold ground until he caught himself and balanced his body. Immediately he straightened, gait agile and head up. Wonka perked his ears and flared his nostrils, turning until he caught sight of her, standing like a creature out of some dream.

She was a lovely color of gold with a face white as snow and a few legs bearing the same broken patch of color. For a moment Wonka could only stand and stare until reality came to deal him a hefty figurative smack square in his face. You dolt! She answered you!! GO! A rumbling whicker came from his mouth, head tossing and legs picking up as he started toward her. His skin crawled with excitement, his green eyes expressed the same emotion with vivid detail and he thrust his pale nose out to hers the moment he was close enough. A hot breath of air escaped his, visible in the cool air between them, and he sucked back to take her sweet and freshly new feminine scent with it. She smelled of the Inlet, of its saltwater air, cold and woods; but she smelt like herself too, feminine and alive.

“Hey,” was the greeting he finally managed, tucking back with a grin. “I’m Wonka, the new lead around here…I guess.” It wasn’t the most confident of greetings but he was new to this and she was…well she was pretty enough to make him lose his composure.