Dögun gazes towards the tree line where the river disapeared around a curve, the trail weaved along the side of the river for some time before making its assent into the trees. He had been down that path only a few times since claiming the Inlet for himself. Swiveling his fuzzy head towards K1A1, he waits for her to rehydrate before he heads in the direction of the trees. His hooves easily find the trail through the thick grasses, this trail had been used many times by the herd that had once resided here. He was unsure of where they had dissapeared to, but their stale scent still marked this open expanse of the Inlet, where they spent a majority of their time. Hearing the heavy footfalls of K1A1 he felt comforted, she was almost like a large bodyguard; he enjoyed the company. They hardly talked but she understood him without him saying much.

Entering the shade of the thick forest, they continue to weave through the trees, ever slightly making the climb towards the ridge; where his vantage point was located. His hindquarters propel him with each step, as the trail begins to steepen, his hooves dig deeper finding new and better footholds. Nostrils quiver with each breath, lungs pump fresh oxygen to his muscles. Flicking his ears backwards he hears, the even breathing of K1A1; she could easily make this hike...probably every day too. A smile plays at his lips, she was an amazing lady...her strength. He had hardly ever witnessed a mare who had the strength that K1A1 had. The trail steepens, but he knew that they would break from the trees into the clearing soon. With each stride it brings him closer, he enjoyed standing in the meadow looking out of the Islands.

We are almost to the top...

Opening his mouth he takes in a few gulps of fresh air... He tries to hide the little weakness, he sometimes had problems with his breathing. Reaching the clearing, he breaks into a lope; the meadow always looked smaller from down in the meadow. Slowing as he reaches the middle of the vantage point, he gazes out at the territory that was theirs. From the snaking river down to the rocky shore, he could almost see the Commons; maybe on a crystal clear day. Lifting his head higher on to his shoulders, he feels the frigid wind whipping across the mountains.

This is our home...