The grullo splashed colt pushes his way through the a random patch bushes, every few feet his tiny legs would get caught up in a branch. Which in turn would send the colt into a series of bucks trying rid himself of the pesky branch. A snort and than an irritated squeal escapes his pink lips, what were these things that insisted on grabbing him? He unleashes a few more kicks, finally freeing himself from its grasp, he heaves a huge sigh. He picks his hooves up into a trot, he wanted to be as far away from those dang things. As he tops a knoll, his blue eyes take in the Bay that spread out before him. As the silence expands, for the first time since venturing here, he felt alone. But it was not long until a voice rings out, he swivels his head in the direction. Bastian? A nicker escapes his pink lips. "Bastian! Im exploring. What are you doing? Did dad send you to find me?"

They were not alone long when another colt comes trotting up, Björn curiously looks at this colt, he seemed friendly enough. The little colt takes a step closer to Bastian, still unsure of this world though, and Bastian offered him the security he wanted. Suddenly he couldn't find the words that he should say to the painted colt. His little ears flick atop his crown, and his spiky ebony mane ruffles in a slight breeze.

A whinny echoes off of the rocks, Björn swivels his head towards an approaching red colored filly. She seemed as if she was in a hurry as she gallops straight for the trio of colts, he opens his little pink maw and answers her nicker. He wasn't even sure why he had but he just felt as if he needed to acknowledge her. "Ummm, I don't think so." He pauses as he looks to Bastian. "Bastian and I are from the Inlet." He warily watches her. Why was she in such a hurry?