The shagginess of his coat was returning, he was ridding himself of his shiny dark grullo coat. Soon he would be the fluffy Pony King once again, he felt some enjoyment in the growing of his thick coat. He of course would never admit that his fluffy winter coat made him feel larger in stature, it was that extra inch that helped. A chuckle rumbles from within his chest, if anyone could ever hear the craziness that went on inside of his head. He lifts his head higher onto his thickly muscled neck, his ochre eyes scanning the trail before him. Soon he would break from the Forest and out into the clearing, where he could look over the vast expanse of his tundra. As he steps from the woods he halts, standing in awe at the tundra beginning to be washed in oranges and crimsons. Each of the lichens turning their own brilliant colors.
The silence is broken by an excited nicker, he swivels his head to find Freya bounding towards him. He can not help but smile at her, as she nears her muzzle touches his hide. A soft nicker escapes his lips, oh how he had craved the touch of her skin. A moment passes between them, as she nuzzles his shoulder, he reaches his dark muzzle to her gilded coat. Her scent floods his nostrils, creating a sensation in him that he can not ignore. It was after all breeding season. As she speaks her excitement in her voice. "I have missed you to. Love."
She steps back but he yearns to be closer but knows this was not the time. A heaves a heavy sigh. The ever pressing question of how was he? "I have been better." His answer was short, he did not want to delve into his concerns. Such as where she had been, not wanting to be overbearing. Or how members of the herd were just disappearing, to the point where he was unsure who was even left in the Inlet. "How have you been? Tell me about what is your mind." He pushes back the negativity and glances up at her. A small smile spreading across his lips. He really had missed her.