Soljor wrapped up another patrol. Spring had come late to Tinuvel and everywhere things were awake and making up for lost time. A pair of arctic rabbits scattered as his feathered hooves came across their path. Soljor chuckled to himself. He always wondered how they turned brown in spring and white in winter. He shook his head, rounding the path. He spotted Rattlebone in the distance and smiled again.

“Rattlebone,” Soljor called as he approached the mare. He offered her a smile, even if he had to look up at her. He enjoyed her company. He enjoyed her insight. He was also grateful for the opportunity to share a little more with her. “How are you enjoying spring in the Bay?” He looked out over the ocean, his dark eyes crossing from the green mass that was the Crossing to the slightly brighter green that belonged to Atlantis. Further beyond that would be Salem and Luthien. Supposedly, Fly wanted to visit the Forest. Things had changed though since Peyton had come.

He looked out over the ocean. He was going to add more to the family. He also hoped to continue to spend time with the girls and hoped to see the herd grow together. Fly just had to come into her own which was a little hard with a new infant and yearling.

He shook his mane out.