Joukahainen had been minding his own business when the dark stallion had burst onto the scene. He had been silently worrying about his responsibilities and contemplating how the hell he was going to run his own territory. Sure, he had watched his father but that hardly made him an expert, half the time he wasn’t even paying proper attention to what his sire was doing. He didn’t have the first idea about how to run a herd in practice. How was he supposed to look out for his mother and siblings and any mares he found? He was only two, not even finished growing and the thought of fighting scared the hell out him.

As if sensing his insecurities, the smoky black creature had materialised in a flurry of snorts, stamps and posturing. The pale boy didn’t even consider posturing back and clacked his teeth instinctively as he would have done as a mere child to an elder. In the few moments afterwards, he felt a crushing sense of shame and guilt for having not fought back and then he found out who the beast was; Olaf. His mother had spoken many times of his grandsire and though his pride was still wounded, Joukahainen was happy he had not fought back.

They exchanged a few words on the walk back toward the herd but Joukahainen could not face his mother. While they all knew that he could not win against Olaf, he still felt she would be disappointed in his cowardice. He could only hope his lagoon brothers would not judge him harshly as well.

XY . Smoky Cream Sabino . Ee/aa/CrCr/nSb. Mutt . 16.0hh
Lyden X Jörmungandr