Braylen stood and waited, his hind hoof coking to rest while he had the chance. Even if he did find a home then he would still have to make the trip back to retrieve his beloveds and if not then he would have to carry on with his travels. But the young stallion’s rest did not last long before another young man appeared, returning his greeting call. He was smaller than Braylen, his build slighter but that didn’t matter to the painted stallion. Braylen still dipped his head in respect to the authority in which the palomino displayed while approaching even if it was a mild version to what he had seen in other land owning stallions.
“Hello friend” Braylen greeted in return, his newly deepened voice making him sound older and matured but his tone was friendly. “My name is Braylen” he offered since the pale man had already spoken his name. With ears already forward the painted stallion raised his head slightly at the questioning he received. Was his worry that strong upon his two toned face? Braylen gave a half smile feeling sheepish that he seemed to have difficulty in keeping the typical stoic stallion face. “Yes, in fact I am” he replied. “Our home was lost and now I am in search of another for my children to be born safe in”
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