The summer had rolled on rather quietly. While the grullo sabino had left behind the forest and it's seemingly painful memories; intangible things that Vercingetorix did not entirely understand, the rest of the forest had continued on in their estranged manner. Hanging around the edges of the forest, the stallion had often found himself basking in the sun and relishing the warmth for long hours. Some days it would not be until long after the sun had fallen behind the distance mountains that he had returned to his ever-vigilant perch at the edge of the main body of the herd.

For the most part, the mares of the forest had shown him little interest and they had gone about fawning over their young with little affliction. While the forest lord had distanced himself from the children that had no attachment to him whatsoever, his dark eyes often found their way across the smooth, undimpled backs of the young. Vercingetorix did not darken them with looks of protection or abhorrence, but instead a small, piqued interest at how normal children behaved... children that had not had their mother's violently torn from them before they had even been able to nuzzle up against her smooth belly.

Today though, as he lingers next to the main body of the herd, the red dun finds himself wandering a bit closer to one or two bodies, sharing their space for a few moments as he stoops his head and grazes nonchalantly next to the group. The stallion had grown comfortable in the confines of his home, and even while his ears flicked in all directions, Vercingetorix was able to relax enough to pretend that he was indifferent to the soft rustle of leaves in the forest that could belong to either a soft breeze, or a predator sneaking through the underbrush. In all his time here, he had yet to spot any signs of threats (aside from the occasional trespassing stallion), and so his mind was almost completely at ease.

As he was inching a little closer to the herd, the dun swings his head to one side, offering a gentle knicker to the nearest mare and holding out his nose for a quick whiff before he would move into the main body of the herd- a place that he had rarely ever been.