Hiding from Rufina was a bad thing; she had a gift for finding others. Now that Basil had quieted down she focused on following the strongest scent trail left behind by her painted friend. After a while she stops, bringing her head up to scent at the air as she had lost track of the main trail; okay, so maybe she wasn't that great at finding things. With a huff escaping her she moves off in one direction, stopping again to look around while Basil carries on in the direction they had been heading originally, his little tail doing a happy wag as he pranced along.

Basil could smell someone, other than his mother, and quickly headed in the direction of some pines that were clustered together and not as widespread; a perfect hiding spot. Not waiting on his mother to take notice Basil pushes past the trees, tripping on a root and tumbling into the tiny clearing with a sharp cry escaping him which quickly ends in a giggle. He pushes up, almost falling over himself before finally standing and shaking his body off. Finally he looks up, spotting the figure of Braylen. Basil doesn't know what to say, but despite his blank mind his legs move him forward to close the distance between him and the strange stallion.

Mama told me what papa looked like but was this him? Basil tips his head back when he stops to look more fully at the stallion, eyes narrowing as he attempts to make sense of the situation. After a couple of seconds the boy speaks, "Papa?". It was questioning of course as he had only heard stories of his papa.