When he had turned his nose in the direction of the island that he had called home for a few short months, the softest dusting of snow had begun to paint it’s way across the islands. At the coast of the commons, the stallion had watched with dark brown eyes as the snow fell sullen across the land. It reminded him of the rocky, icy wastelands of where he had been raised. The very thought did not sit well, and as he sneered at the idea of returning to his false mother’s arms, he turns to the sea and disappears into the waves, with the smallest inkling and the slightest hope that someone from his old days in the prairie might have remained.

For hours he had wandered around the edges of the prairie, finding that they stank of another man with the slightest peppering of females here and there. This was not the home that he had left behind a long time ago. So instead, Vercingetorix had found himself wandering across the sloping, grassy hills of Luthien. Eventually, there had appeared to be a rather lofty looking forest, one that had been heavily knit with the stink of mares, but it appeared as though their resident stallion had taken to the sea and disappeared. It was almost as if the forest had been lying in wait for his appearance.

Promptly, the red stallion had secured the area, not bothering with rounding up the stray mares until he had completed the solid lines of his boundaries, complete with fecal markings and the rubbings of his scent on the trees in the more sparsely wooded areas. Eventually, the whole of the terrain was his, and the stallion could only assume that anything left inside it was his as well. Settling into his home, he found that the snow had already passed through here, brushing the softest blanket of white across the ground that the trees sprouted from and frosting the edges of the small creeks that laced their ways throughout the woods. Finding a streambed that did not appear to be spoiled by the frost that was beginning to fill the forest, the stallion lets out a call before stooping his head to drink and quench his thirst. Now he was more concerned with meeting and greeting the women that had been left behind by their would-be paltry lover.