stallion | seven | 16.0 hh | gylpsy vanner mutt | silver smoky black tobiano | children | o melhor x tallynne
Soljor stood watching the quiet land. The rough landscape had melted but those of the Bay seemed to have taken refuge in the cliffs, in the meadows, and in the quiet. There wasn’t much activity and Soljor didn’t quite mind it. It was good to get rest and to relax. The kids were growing, but they were few this season. It was a welcome break from the hectic spring of the year before.
And now they stood once again on the change of season. It was in the air. But this year, Soljor figured he could use a break. He had enough at this time. Perhaps he’d just get a few new girls and try to get the herd moving again. He could only hope that Tinuvel would be kinder this winter than last.
But it was best to prepare for the worst now.
The stallion kept on his patrols, moving with eager and large steps. There was little to do and little to worry about. Perhaps a trip to the Crossing would be beneficial. Yes, it definitely would. These lands were empty it seemed and it was time to start filling it back up.
He moved towards the shoreline, ready to wake up with the world and remind it that he was here.
He was alive.
- Lord of the Bay -