The air is brisk, the morning sky as blue and clear as the eyes of the perlino stallion who thunders out of the ocean at a run. He’s been swimming for hours and it feels good to press his hooves into the sand, to feel the earth shift beneath his great weight as water drips from his thick hair. He canters away from the beach, too warm already, and snorts saltwater off the end of his nose.

Kendry remembers this island. It’s a place to be social, not that he ever did much of that— not enough to recall anyone he’s met before without a face and a scent to bolster his memory, anyway. He follows a well-worn path through a loose stand of trees, ears twitching at the distant sound of the waterfall, before stepping off the trail to make his own way. He heads away from the Falls and slows to a walk as he skirts the base of the mountain, glancing toward the towering Peak with mild curiosity. His feathers cling wetly to his hooves and he shakes his feet every so often in a more or less unconscious attempt to loosen the damp hair from his toes.

It is nearing noon by the time he walks into the Lagoon. He pauses on the border, testing the air to see if he recognizes any of the scents. He doesn’t, but it smells a little like home and he grins. It’s been a couple of years since he’s been in this part of the ocean and he’s glad to be back— a little surprised, too, that he’s missed it. Kendry exhales contentedly, and with his next indrawn breath notes from which direction the musky scent is strongest. He strides further into the Lagoon and follows his nose, eager for a little meet and greet with the horses he hopes to call brothers in the seasons to come.

KENDRY
stallion . draft mutt . four . perlino [EE Aa CrCr] . 18hh . son of marlena