The terrain moved quickly under the solid black stallion as he picked his way along the ridge being careful not to stumble. Being around five years old he hasn’t seen too much in his short life. He left home later than he should have but he was needed to help defend his father’s territory. But it was time for him to move on and leave the past behind him although he would never forget the sweet victory they had. Now he was in search of a new home and was new to these islands but from what he had seen, he had already taken a liking to them.

His muscular frame carried him effortlessly, catching a scent in the air he came to an abrupt halt. He raised his head high, pricking his ears forward has he looked through his long shaggy thick forelock that covered the majority of his face. He scanned the area trying to find the stallion he had just caught the scent of. His eyes settled on the buckskin brute in the distance. Ah, that must be the stallion that owns this territory. He took a few steps forward, tossing his head to allow his forelock to rest on the side of his face revealing his eyes. He continued to keep his distance as he didn’t want to come across as an intruder even though technically he was. He didn’t want to look like a threat to this stallion or his herd. He called out, making his presence known. While he kept his posture relaxed so he wouldn’t appear to be a threat he was ready to dodge an attack. Although an attack wouldn’t be needed to make him move along to another island.