Soljor laughed a little as Mercury spun off. He whinnied after her, gave part of a rear and charged off. Being around her was exhilarating. His patience and perhaps even the good fortune of having Lyden so obsessed with Caesisus had paid off. He had been angry at the time. Now, he couldn’t be happier.

He had Mercury.

He charged after the iron grey mare, following the worn trail with a graceful step. His heavy frame thudded against the ground with every step. Leaves crunched. But chasing after her made him feel young again. He did however slow his pace as they approached a slope. He had walked this path enough times to know it’s contours. He knew it’s ups. It’s downs.

He let out a worried call to Mercury as he saw her disappear over the crest and down the other side. He heaved and pushed up; dark eyes spotting her below. She seemed safe enough. He traveled the same route, but slipped a bit. He didn’t fall, but there were definitely lines behind him before he got his legs back under him and pushed off at the last bit.

He landed and snorted. This was why he told the girls to be careful. He shook his head then recollected himself and galloped after her. They’d come on the caribou soon enough.