Fuzzy ears swivel to and fro on the top of his crown, his ebony forelock hangs into his russet eyes. His dark nostrils breathe in her scent deciphering each of the scents that covered her golden coat... finding none that he disliked, he takes a few steps forward. Cautiously he moves still unsure of her presence until her words fall on his ears. She had lived here and was one of the only who had chosen to stay after the previous stallion had take his leave. He considers each of words carefully but he knew deep down that he would not send her from the Inlet, it was still her home. "My offer of anyone who wanted to stay, is still open. I will not chase you from a place that you hold so dear to you." He could feel her sincerity in her words, she intended no harm. Closing the distance between him, he finds himself near her body. His nostrils seek out hers, to breath in her scent so he could store it away as his.

"I am the one and only Dögun. I am glad that you have chosen to stay Latte." Her words roll of his tongue with ease, she was more than welcome in the Inlet. His herd was almost comical, each of the herd members much larger than him...but when you are 13.2 hands, all horses seem large. Chuckling to himself he hardly admitted that he was of that stature, in his mind he was much taller. His russet eyes search for her, he was curious of how she had hidden away for so long, for he had roamed it seemed, all parts of the Inlet. Why have you hid for so long m'dear? I have roamed much of the Inlet, but have never seen your pretty face." Flattery, definitely one of his strongest traits. But he would never say it if it was not the truth.

If only Dögun could look in a mirror and see his scruffy exterior. Since the onslaught of spring, his once fuzzy coat was not shedding off in massive chunks. Some days the itch was so unbearable he would lay on the ground and roll until his itch was satisfied. If only summer would come quicker so that he would shed the remaining coat, revealing his glossy grullo coat underneath.