He had learned to trust his mother completely, knowing that she was the great, large beast that could never do him any wrong and who would help him survive the bright, huge world that he had been born into. Though it would seem that, in all honesty, for the moment he was more concerned with following his only food source, knowing that Mother was a meal on wheels, and to keep his belly full and his body strong, he would have to keep up with her.

Battling the sands was no small task for the newborn, his black legs flailing out against the ground and his tuft of a tail twitching and flicking with every awkward step. He looked nothing short of ridiculous, and this was easy enough to tell by the bout of laughter that illicits from Mother's mouth. Pausing to look up at her with wide, curious eyes, he cannot place the sound that she has made, and instead squeaks in reply before bowing his head and once more carrying on in his silly walk to get to her. He had only just gotten back into the bay's shadow when they were off again, this time Rowan had learnt his lesson and was sure to keep as close to her as he possibly could without being trod upon.

The watering hole was a whole different experience entirely. Having never seen water before, the boy inches forwards, small nose dipped down and snuffling at the surface, trying to deduce just what this strange concoction before him was. Mother appeared to have no qualms with it, as she put her nose to the surface and looked to be enjoying whatever she was doing. Glancing sidelong as the mare for a moment, the boy leans forwards, sticking his nose into the water and retreating with a loud snort and an instinctively violent shake of his head. Whatever that was, he did not like getting it in his nose.

Now somewhat suspicious of the water, he returns to his mother's side, leaning against her strong leg whilst she drank and basking in the warm sun. Already he was growing sleepy by the time he felt his mother's touch on his face. With yet another chirp, he leans forwards to butt his head feebly against her nose, wiggling his little ears at her voice and staring up at her with wide brown eyes. Unsure of what she said, he was still comforted by the sound of her voice and finds himself curling up his awkward, gangly legs under his body for a nap in his mother's shadow.