O Melhor silently sighed with relief as Tallynne spoke, glad that everything had turned out all right. Her muzzle was soft against his neck and the coffee colored stallion smiled slightly. Already the sun had started to sink, and the moon had started to reach out and claim the sky. How the time got away from him he did not know, but he was for the night to come. Tearing his gaze away from the sky, the mutt focused on Tallynne again, a grin blooming on his face. Without a second thought he moved closer, gently laying his neck against her withers. Piedoso would he proud, as well as his father. It was as though the palomino mare had no flaws and he was glad to finally have her by his side. She would be perfect to lead a herd, with her confidence. Yet she was mellow as well and he hoped she would at least be able to keep the herd in line whenever he happened to leave.

His eyes closed and soon the stallion's knees had locked, sending him into a light slumber.