Home... the Inlet. The snowy mountain jutting against the cold blue sky, dark pines that dotted the foothills, to the sandy or rocky beaches; whichever you chose. Tossing his fuzzy head, he prances alongside of Sigrun, his muzzle touches his muscled chest. Striking a front hoof out in play, and a squeal is emitted from his lips. Throwing a sidelong glance at Sigrun, he knew that his playful antics would become contagious if he kept it up long enough. Side-stepping towards her fuzzy roan body, he gives it a gentle nudge with his muscled shoulder. An invitation perhaps? Tossing his head once more, he breaks from a trot into a lope, passing her with each lengthening stride. Emitting another squeal, he gives a playful kick into the air. As he heads deeper inland, he gives a look back he to find Sigrun only 3 short horse lengths behind.

Pivoting on his hindquarters he turns to face her. His voice fills the void between them. You want to race? His eyes sparkle with the challenge, nothing felt better than to be galloping full tilt through the tundra grasses. Each horse body straining to pull a head of his or her competitor. Lifting his front hooves off of the ground, showing her his height that he could achieve when he stood on his back legs. Succumbing to gravity his front hooves touch the turf once again. Russet eyes scan the ocean from which they had both just emerged from, he would never get enough of the view that the ocean provided.

Impatiently he stomps his hoof as he waits for her to make her decision... to race or not to race, that was the question. Chuckling to himself he was quite the comedian.