Before even the snow had started to fall, Braylen had grown a thick winter coat. It insulated him, keeping him warm despite the coldest breeze that would lick across his structure, trying its best to penetrate that thick coat. The hair in his ears had grown much longer along with those along his muzzle, making the snow cling to his lips as he foraged for what little food was left among the trees. Should he been born black and white, Braylen would have easily looked like a panda bear wandering through the Forest.
Raising his head as a scent was brought to him upon the wind; he flared his nostrils and drank it in. The tender smell of a female filled his lungs and with a soft sigh he began to follow it at a walk. In some ways he was reluctant to go but it was not because of the mare that was ever silent. It was because Braylen knew he had neglected her by not seeking her out before now. She had not stayed with the herd as most did but instead remained a loner and surely with such solitude the young mare was bound to be unhappy.
As he comes to the edge of the trees Braylen can see her standing not too far ahead of him. Instead of calling out to her, the young stallion simply stands and watches for a time. She is beautiful, in a lonely sense as she watches the waves wash against the shore as the snow fall from the sky. Something inside Braylen twists at the sight, making him feel all the more awful for not seeking her out before now. A small part of him, the cowardly side, wants him to just crawl off and disappear for what he has done. Yet Braylen is not a coward and lets a low rumbling call escape through his slightly parted lips to announce his presence so not to scare her.
Stepping free from the tree line he approaches her and intends to just stand beside her, shoulder to shoulder, and watch the grey water beat against the earth. Braylen isn’t sure what to say to someone so quiet, not being able to hold conversation and without any direct orders to give, he is simply without words. An apology sits close to the edge though if she accepts his company, his face slightly tilting towards her so that his blue eye can study her face, to see just how willing she is to accept his presence.
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