There’s nothing quite so exciting as the sudden bustle of other horses on the crossing. Kendry is exuberant as he trots through the Lagoon, head up and tail whipping unconsciously at flies as he looks for Indian Hemp. The perlino’s just been out and about the main isle, checking out each social area surreptitiously, not stopping to talk to anyone but just observing the small pods of horses congregating once more in the Commons, Meadow, and Falls.

It’s good to see others again. He wants to share this news with his spotted friend, and catch up with him since it’s been awhile since they’ve spoken. Psych is back, which Kendry is also pumped about. He gives a little hop and snorts. Every time he came to the Lagoon before he was the apparent sole resident for awhile, he felt judged or like he had to prove himself just to be welcomed or included. But not by Psych. And, when he met Kasabian, he felt evaluated but not in a disparaging way— not like the buckskin was sizing him up to figure out all the ways in which to knock him down, but rather to judge how Kendry could be put to the best use for the Lagoon.

He likes that. Kasabian seems like a solid leader and the young stallion doesn’t regret for a minute supporting his claim as leader. The crowd collecting in the Lagoon, so far as he knows, also seems like a solid group of guys. Kendry stops his forward route and turns in a wide circle in a grassy area. He can smell Indian Hemp but can’t find him even though he’s sure they’re close. He finally stops and bugles to the other stallion, then stands and looks around alertly while he waits.

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