Vargr had been born into quiet and darkness but now his relative solitude had been interrupted by the arrival of a new herd; different to the small family he had known. His pale brother left them and in his place stood a dark stallion; his grandfather. The yellow eyed boy watched the new herd carefully and with suspicion. He had not seen other foals his own age before, just his yearling sister and their 2 year old brother. They were interesting if nothing else.

While Vargr’s mother kept a watchful eye over the herd as they milled around, the colt stood off to one side. A canopy of branches and leaves cast his dark, painted form into shadow and his yellow eyes peered out at the horses that passed him by. The boy was quiet and his gaze calculating as he watched, his mind buzzing with thought.