As if adventure had heard Björn complaining, he sent him some adventure in the form of Zakar. The blue colt came barreling down out of the trees as if on cue, Björn jerks his upwards. The colt leaps and bounds in front of him, and the little splashed grullo colt could not help but feel the excitement. A squeal of excitement exits his opened pink maw. "I am Björn! I do want to play!"

His stubby black tail flicks back and forth, but what would they play? Than an idea pops into his head, Tag! He reaches his pink lips across the space between them, as his lips connect with the blue colts hide. "Tag!" He wheels away from the colt, with as much coordination he could muster, (which was not much). He trips over his own hooves, as they tangle amongst themselves. Blast! He thinks to himself, desperately trying to untangle his spindly legs. How could he ever run away if his legs were in knot? Within a few seconds he had untangled himself, and leaps into a lope.

He reaches his hooves out in front of him, the excitement pulses through his veins. A squeal erupts from his mouth, he had not spent much time with colts of his own age. As he nears the end of the clearing, he begins to curve around as if to try to circle back towards Zahkar. He slows to a trot, he knew the colt would be upon him within a few seconds, so he waited excitedly. Perhaps he would be able to test out his dodging skills he'd been trying out on his mom, when she wanted to give him a bath. He chuckles at the thought of his mom trying to bathe him. He really hated baths!