Dark tipped ears swivel atop his crown, listening intently for any sound that might bring harm. As the night wears on, his eyes begin to grow heavy with sleep. Struggling he tries keep his eyes open, yet he knows that his body needs its rest as well. As the minutes tick by, he succumbs to his bodies needs. Heavy eye lids close, and he falls into a light sleep.

As the darkness gives way to the creeping dawn, he finds himself stirring from his sleep. As his eyes open, he finds a few of the other herd members stirring as well. A silvery white form draws his complete attention, she wanders from the herd, leaving her son sleeping in the tall grasses. Curiously he watches her as she disappears into the forest. Stretching his stiff legs, his muscles argue with him, as he wills them to follow Silver. Strolling casually into the clearing, he nods in passing to the mares who were now stirring from their sleep.

Quietly he enters the early morning forest, tracking Silver, her large hoofprints pressed into the dirt trail before him. As he wanders deeper into the forest, he finally catches a glimpse of her pure white body. Stretching his legs into a trot, he closes the distance between them. Hooves barely touch the ground as he glides up behind her, as he nears her, he leaps off of the trail and within a few bounds he finds himself parallel with her. Crashing through the brush he makes his way back to her side and places a playful nip on her shoulder.

A mischievous smile plays at his dark lips. He peaks out from behind his thick ebony forelock, her crystal blue eyes drawing his attention. "Good morning, my beautiful Silver. Great morning for a stroll. Would you like to accompany me?" Russet eyes twinkle at the thought of having company such as hers on his morning patrol.