Xanti was growing bored, and he knew that it would soon be time to strike out and bring more mares to the Dunes. There had been no more visitors to spice his life up. The days that dragged by were full of storms brought by the rainy season and trying to find the red dun in his sandy home. He hoped she had not left the Dunes without telling him; perhaps he should have realized that more company was needed sooner. He had been toying with the idea of going out to the main island to try and find a few mares willing to join his tiny herd right after a storm. The rain he had fallen asleep under last night was gone, and Xanti knew that this was probably the best chance he was going to get to swim out through the waters.

The oasis had been empty except for himself and a small fox-like creature. He had nearly forgotten to quench his thirst as he had stared at the giant ears the animal sported. His home never failed to amaze him. Now the stallion was setting out towards the ocean, trotting through the valleys of sand and flaring his nostrils for the scent of salt water. The red dun was nearby, he could smell her mixed in with the breeze. Every step brought him closer to the sea and the breeze was coated with the scent of salt. The red must be nearby since her scent was only increasing as well.

The dunes began to lose their height as he progressed further on until they had smoothed out to mix with the roughly-grained beach. The ocean lapped steadily at the sand, crashing loudly and slipping past a figure in the water. At first Xanti had thought it was a rock, but as he began to move out into the sea he realized that it was the red. With a grin, he moved to stand right next to her. The waves bounced at his side and crashed against his chest.

"Was the rain not enough for you?" he joked, ears twisting to comfortably listen to the ocean and pay attention to the mare at the same time. They had not spent a day together since the last time they were both at the ocean, and he was curious to see if there was another fun activity the mare had discovered. Snorting as some salt water sprayed at his face, Xanti used it as an excuse to shake his mane and brush his shoulder against the red. Physical contact had been reduced to nearly nothing since he had abandoned his own herd to the desert and the grullo was lacking. He reached his muzzle out and up to attempt to feel the breeze better as he enjoyed the silence with the red.