He was hoping to get this done quickly. The sooner he could wash his hands of this, the sooner Mercury would arrive and he could move on. Perhaps even become a hermit with his lovely group of ladies. He was excited to have a growing herd. He just wished that the mares would talk and not all require him. Those were minor things of course. He trotted towards the beach - ignoring the black and white fuzzball that snuck along behind him.

Zhenya had already arrived, and Soljor felt that was appropriate. But the other two were straggling it seemed. He was beginning to worry that Lyden would decide he didn’t want to give up three mares. Soljor certainly wouldn’t have. It was one thing to promise a future colt to the Lagoon - he already intended to send off his boys there anyway. It was best they figure out how to be men before they settled into family life.

He picked up new scents and slightly increased his pace. That growing wolf pack was a concern to him. It was a danger and these new mares would not know of it. He trotted up to the meeting and his eyes light up on four mares. He snorted. He announced his coming and eased down the rocky slope. The conversation was lost on him, but the bald-faced buckskin (hadn’t Magnus inquired about such) seemed remorseful. There was a colt at her side that had black patches much like Soljor’s in color.

He approached them and looked each over. Three painted horses. The Bay was growing colorful it seemed. And two more mares larger than himself. Well, they still were shorter than Rattlebone. He remembered Zhenya but the other three were a mystery.

“Welcome to the Bay,” he stated. “I am Soljor. I believe only three of you are new residents…” He looked between them. “Zhenya I know. I’m expecting Fantazer and Sophia.” His gaze was analytical as his eyes moved about the four. Which were his girls? And who was the stranger? More importantly, what did the stranger want?