Björn tips his a single thick ear in their direction as they speak with each other. Shaydowfax does her best to comfort the colt's worries. He remembers the days when he was a inquisitive young boy. His mother would sigh and than with a smile answer his twenty questions. Mommma, why does the sun shine so bright? Momma, what is the white stuff that falls from the clouds? A smile touches his pink lips at the memory of his mother. He shakes out his dark mess of mane and focuses back on the colt as he jumps into a sprint. They must be getting close to water, and the rest of the herd.

Glacial eyes wander to the source of water she speaks of. It is a single oasis pool, the mud around the edges offer cool relief from the relentless sun. He can feel it suck at his hooves as he steps near to refreshing drink. Pink lips find the water's surface and drink thirstily. He lifts his thick skull as water drips off his chin back into the pool at his hooves. He was silent as he takes in all that is around him. From Shaydowfax to her son, and the single stranger who lingers across the pool. A small herd, but in his experience they would be easier to protect from advance. If anyone was brave enough to cross the searing sands, or lucky enough to find the one water source in the Dunes.

His attention shifts back to Shaydowfax. "How is it that you have found yourself here in the Dunes?" He asks, trying his best to get to know the mare.