Olaf’s ears swivelled this way and that as each member of the herd stirred and returned to a central point. His gaze lingered on Jökulrós for a moment as Bjorn settled nearby and he wondered if the two had interacted much yet. They were both maturing more and more as each season passed and though Jökulrós would soon need to move out of her familial herd, it could be beneficial to them all if she did not need to actually leave the forest altogether. It had been a risk letting Bjorn stay on as his second, but the boy was proving to be capable young stallion even if he was lacking a little in confidence.

The smoky stallion’s gaze drifted from the young pair to note Chianti arriving. He snorted softly as she halted on the fringes of the group and he wondered if she ever felt lonely keeping to herself so much. The thought brought his gaze back to Xina as he wondered if she would eventually try and get everyone to interact more. The gamla tík would never have tolerated such a lack of camaraderie, but she had been one in a million and no two herds would ever be entirely the same. His tail twitched as he tried not to think about what became them.