Statue-like the grullo stands watch on the sea cliffs, the wind whips his dark tassels against his muscled neck. His ochre eyes scan out across the ocean, he watches silently as the waves crash against the rocky shore. A content sigh escapes his dark lips, it had been some time since he had seen the silvery mare in the crossing. He had hoped that she would return to the Inlet with him, but he had not seen her in a day or so. Ochre eyes continue to search for any dot that would signal that she had found her way to the Inlet, to her new home. He knew that coming to a new home would be quite challenging, from meeting new horses to adjusting to the climate. Here in the Inlet, was quite the climate change though, if you were not used to its weather.
Flicking a single ear, he listens to the gull of the birds overhead, a few more minutes pass, until a dot catches his attention. Excitement begins to course through his veins, it had to be her. Than a doubt begins to weed itself in, it could also be another stallion here to challenge for something that was not theirs. Pivoting away from his lookout, he picks up a tölt, his legs striking out with ease as he picks up the gait of his forefathers.
Muscles happily agree to stretch out, his hooves barely touch the tundra soil. His nostrils gulp in each breath, as he nears the beach his doubts are washed away as his eyes fall on Precious. An excited nicker escapes his lips, he slows to a walk. He strolls up to her, his nostrils seeking out hers. "Precious... Welcome to the Inlet."