Soljor always enjoyed Rattlebone’s company. The older mare had been a welcome addition to the Bay. He’d been surprised when Rattlebone had asked for a foal. He’d been happy to oblige though. He simply wished he spent more time with the tall mare.

“I’m doing well,” Soljor sighed. “Putting a lot of work into the little ones. So many of them came this year. And are still coming.” He turned an eye to Rattlebone’s belly. All in all, he couldn’t really be doing better. “Yes, the cold.” Soljor looked up at the still snowy mountains.

“It makes the warm months all the more precious,” He said. “I was born in warmer places. But, I think the cold brings out good things too. Even if we have to share with the caribou.” he did what he could to drive the deer off. They cut into the food supply the herd needed. It was a difficult task though.

He always wondered why they wouldn’t just head towards the empty lands in Tinuvel where there was less competition.