The splashed grullo prince trots along the trail that he had seen his father travel so many times before. Where it led? He did not know. He stretches out his spindly legs, testing his limbs. His crystal blue eyes are drawn to the wonders of the Inlet, from the fiery orange colored lichen to the dark forest that abundantly grew at the feet of the mountains. He slows to a walk, his lungs heaving in and out, desperately trying to gather the much needed air back. He pauses, the strong scent of his father assaulting his nostrils, but there was more, the scent of another that he did not recognize. He swivels his head back towards the herd, he knew that he should probably head back, but he wanted to know what was farther on this trail.

Well... His mind was made up. He steps across the invisible line, and nothing happened. No stranger came galloping down from the woods screaming, no one came to chase him away. With a snort and a chuckle, he starts off at a trot. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he did know that this was an adventure. He halts every little while, sniffing at the strange new scents that this land offered. As the minutes turned to an hour, he could feel his curiosity waning. Maybe this land was abandoned? He halts, his ebony tail flicking against his side. Crystal blue eyes scan the land before him. What was this place?

A soft whicker escapes his pink lips, searching for any habitants of this land. As the silence stretches, he drops his head to the grasses at his hooves. Quietly he crops at the few blades, strangely this grass did not taste any better than it did at home.