Delicate fuzzy nostrils breathe in the spring air, his first spring, at-least that is what is mom called it. What made it spring? Such a strange name Piercing crystal blue eyes, scan the clearing that the herd now ate their fill in. He found this time the most boring, the herd mares, all they did was eat. A soft snort escapes his pink nose, he wanted to find something to do, but what he did not know. His short ebony tail flicks back and forth, slapping his mouse colored hide. For a few more minutes the grullo colt stood idle, until movement on the other end of the clearing drew his attention. Curiously he watches as two fillies wandered, he tries to remember their names.. Naomi? And Alethi?

With a snort, the colt trots across the clearing, his legs were wobbly still, but each stride became more confident. He had learned a few things in the few months since his birth, like where the sun warmed the clearing, so that he could nap there. Or how to leap and kick at his mother, so that she would stop her eating and play with him. He slows at the edge of the clearing, his gaze flicks behind him, checking to see if his mom saw him. She would be worried if she didn't know where he had gone. With a nod from his mom, he continues after the fillies, he wanted someone who he could play with. Perhaps these two would want to play.

Surprise crosses his young face, he had not expected to come up on a group, but the one who was on the ground seemed sad. He cautiously stalks forward, listening as they all question the colt at their feet. What had happened to him? Should he go get his dad? "Is he okay? Should I go get my dad?"