Soljor mentions his daughters, they were getting older, he had a hope that they would learn a little from the older mares. A smile touches Dögun's lips, he knew that the young fillies could be a handful. He had a younger sister, she was always wanting to tag along with him. "They will learn, but for this moment, it will probably be frustrating trying to keep them under control." He chuckles, it rumbles from deep within his chest.

As their conversation turns to the ever so popular wolf infestation, his dark ears bury into his mane involuntarily. "We drove them away, and through out the summer I didn't see any. Until Grai came home with scars littered across his body, those damned things attacked him." Anger boiled within his chest, they were becoming braver. With that thought his mind wanders to his herd, and the foals that were to come in the Spring. He knew that the wolves would be lurking in the shadows. Soljor mentions his second.

"I don't think that I have met your second. Who is it?" He wouldn't mind knowing about the other stallion who lived in the Bay, at least than he could keep an eye out for trespassers.