Watchful russet eyes fall on each herd member as they graze, his herd had grown considerably. From the first K1A1, to his dearest Freya, who know had taken on the roll of his lead mare. She was keeping things organized amongst the members of the ever growing herd. Each day, each week it seemed like another mare joined the Inlet. He had even acquired another stallion to keep the borders safe. Soon after Freya's arrival he had found Sigrun munching on bark, a smile crosses his dark lips at the thought. Slowly his smile fades as thinks of Macabre's birth of Shiraz, her shivering body crumpled on the sandy beach, but it had turned out. Shiraz was a lively chestnut foal, he brought energy to this herd with no foals. Last but not least was Silver, the aged yet beautiful mare he had befriend, even brought her out of the pain that ravaged her mind. A feeling nagged at the back of his mind, he knew that soon Silver would also birth her foal. He hoped deep down that it was not the painful, near death experience that Macabre had gone through.

With a sigh he turns his attention the pine forest that bordered the meadow, he had a deep yearning to wander the borders of the Inlet. Eyeballing his herd once more, his eyes linger on Freya's golden roan body. His heart knew that she longed for a foal, but he was unsure of how he could provide that for her... Such a height distance separated them, and he never admitted that he was short in stature. Pivoting on his hindquarters he makes his way away from the herd, his hooves fall into the well worn path that traveled along the rushing creek. Its waters muddy with run off, threatening to bust out of its shores.

His hooves are the only sound as he wanders through the forest, nearing the clearing that he had first cuddled up next to Freya in. They had hid from a winter storm that had come bearing down on the Inlet, before any of the herd members had made their way into the Inlet. Halting in the clearing, he drops his muzzle to the ground and crops the grass quietly. Each bite becomes almost a rhythm...Open mouth, chomp your teeth, chew, swallow, repeat. So, this is where he fed, for a majority of the afternoon.

Thoughts of Freya flash through his head as he munches. From her smile to her soft words. She had quite grown on him since their first meeting, his crush strengthening with each passing day. As she proves to herself and to him that she was capable as such as a position as lead mare. They had made a pact and she was coming through with her end of the deal... even to the point that she deserved to be lead well before fall. He wondered of her feelings, did she feel the way he did? Or was he trying to create something in her that wasn't there? Curious if his height was what drew her to him... A chuckle rumbles from his chest at his own thought. How could she resist his charm?