He listens closely to hear who his mother had traded Cherokee for. He was very interested in who was leaving the herd to gain the brindle mare. He hopes it wasn't a mare he liked or his father liked. Cherokee says she wasn't sure, but she thought she heard the name Nova. The dark grey colt snorts in responce and stomps a small hoof in the frozen ground. "Good. I don't like her." He says with a sour look on his face. "She was always mean to both my parents." He did not feel sorry for Nova and hopes that Cullen and his bachelors teach her manners.

The red mare asks if he would show her around and the colt nods. "Of course! Follow me!" He was excited to show new members around, but he wasn't going to give her the best your like he had given Xiomara. His father told him he showed too much last time. He swings his small head to urge Cherokee to follow. He lures her away from the pebbled shore and towards an open field where he knew grass was. "Are you hungry at all Cherokee?" He asks as he pushes aside some snow and takes a mouthful of yellowed grass in his jaws.

Blue eyes turn to watch the mare as she gets closer and he notices something preculair. He had not noticed before, but her belly seemed...big. Like his mother's was now. Something in his gut sank as he assumes this mare had a mate. "Are you having a baby?" He asks, boldly.