Kendry is greeted not from the front, but behind. He swivels one ear back and turns his head to see the source of the call, stopping completely as he sees the limping gait of the horse who addresses him. The stallion is white and covered in tan splotches, suddenly recalling to Kendry a memory of mud and a riverbank. It slips from his mind before he can fully remember the incident. He extends his own nose down to meet the other male’s and exchanges breath with him before straightening and turning both his ears toward his first companion.

“Psych. Nice,” Kendry says with a wide grin. “I visited here once as a colt and thought I’d swing by again, get a better feel for the place. What brought you here?” No better time like the present to get to know one of the bachelors he’d be living with. The first time he came to the Lagoon he hadn’t felt too keen on staying based on the welcoming party that greeted him. One of them had been a young stallion who seemed to use condescension as a motivator, and the other hadn’t seemed to want him around at all. His stay with the bachelor herd had been brief. The adventuring he’d done in the past couple of years had been much more fulfilling, he thought, than trying to prove his worth to a stranger in a herd that hadn’t appeared to have room for him.

“My name’s Kendry. Just Kendry,” he says, and his grin widens at his joke— there’s no reason to shorten his two-syllable name, though he does take a moment to imagine what sort of nickname one could make out of it. Ken? He gives a small shake of his head and a low snort at the idea. Ridiculous. The perlino uses his nose to gesture at Psych’s legs. “What’s got your gait all out of whack?” he asks.

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