Olaf stood beneath the branches of a large willow, stray shards of light dancing over his dark coat as he tried to escape the glare of the sun. It had been exceeding warm lately despite the fact that summer was beginning to wind down once again in preparation for autumn. The days were starting to become shorter and the rains getting more frequent. The smoky stallion was certainly not about to complain when the sound of droplets hitting the leaves signified the beginning of another shower – just as shame that it was still so damn hot!

With a huff, the skull ,marked stallion lowered his head to graze, caramel eyes drifting lazily over the bodies of whichever of his herd were within his line of sight. The foals were looking strong and capable now and were no longer so dependent on their mothers providing the mares with some peace and quiet he was sure they would be thankful for. There was still a lack of interaction amongst the forest herd but he felt things were at least beginning to improve though it struck him that perhaps he should start doing more to encourage the others to spend more time together.