With the approaching season change Braylen felt restlessness in him he had never felt before. Of course he had always been weary, wondering if his mares would find another stallion older or a stallion take advantage while he was away on his own antics. This year was different. Braylen wanted his own and already one mare had agreed. He was unsure of the other two, but the idea of one alone was good enough for him. A smile couldn’t help but creep across his pale lips at the thought of Isobel being a mother. Despite her fears he knew she would do well, how could she not with the tender heart he saw reflecting in her eyes?
With a sigh the stallion came to a stop as he drew up along the border with the Forest and Prairie. Braylen had never visited their neighbor before, other times he had thought about it though. Today was not the day though and as the young stallion turned away to head back into the Forest a scent caught his attention. It was young; the soft musk of a foal lingering on the breeze that did not belong among the trees. Ears pushing forward he set out at a trot in the direction the scent lingered. Soon enough a flash of shadow and light darted amongst the underbrush and a snort of laughter escaped the stallion.
“Such a deadly trespasser I have found, however am I going to protect my home now?” he called out, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he stood waiting for the filly to emerge.
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