Looking at Josh, I can't help but to be proud of him. The blackened stallion was a sight to behold. Muscles moving with ease beneath his coat. The stallion moved with grace, each step calculated he examines his footing as he moved. His caramel dipped strands slap against Josh's neck with the rocking movement of his canter.

Though Josh can tell its cold, he doesn't feel it. Grateful for the heavier draft blood coursing through his veins. It wasn't inherently obvious, at first glance, that Josh was even remotely touched by the draft blood but closer examination revealed strong, thick hindquarters and neck. He almost lost the barrel-cheated appearance of his thoroughbred lineage. Almost.

Josh hadn't done much since his arrival to the archipelago in the way of socialization. Of course he'd done his fair share of exploration, Josh had always found himself to have a pull in his heart that wanted him to explore. However, Josh liked to have something, someone, to come home to. Which leads us to the next act.

Josh reaches the outskirts of the territory called the Inlet, it's cold here, colder than the Crossing. Not that the thoroughbred cross pays much mind to that, he had yet to feel super bothered by the cold this winter. Though this place he could feel how the cool dampened air would sink into your skin, into your bones and not leave for months. His movement slows to a halt and Josh's tawny nostrils flare as he pulls the Inlet's scent in. Mostly, he just smells cold, salt, what he expected. There hasn't been much life here lately, though the faintest smell of another male lingers in this place. Josh wonders briefly if the other stallion still occupies these lands and decides to play it safe.

The mutt's gold dusted lips part as Josh makes his presence known. Josh tries to keep the noise from sounding threatening, he doesn't want that. Just a warning to the other stallion that Josh is now in his lands incase he still resides within the Inlet somewhere. Josh decides to give the stallion some time to approach and assumes what he feels is the most non threatening position he can possibly assume.

'Thought.' "Speech."

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THOROUGHBRED MUTT - STALLION - SEAL BAY - SEVENTEEN HANDS - SEVEN - SCURVY