Meadow

Solomon

Something about Fall keeps driving him away from the Cove. Perhaps it is the budding potential of the season, rife with the potential of new lives to be created. Or maybe it was just the drive of a newly settled herd stallion, wishing to fill the ranks of his budding herd. Either way, it kept him constantly on the move even when staying home would have been more advisable.

Coda was still prone to misbehavior after all, even if he had managed to thwart her desperate attempt at escape.

Now though, he had more than just Quinn at home to amuse the grey. Daciana was there as well, and of course the rest of the herd, now that they had been acquinted. With any luck her hatred of him would no longer extend to the Cove itself and she would stay put like a good little filly while Sol worked out what to do with her.

The tobiano had pulled himself ashore in the early hours of the morning, still finding himself restless in the nighttime and had weathered the remaining darkness in the warmest spot he could find while he grazed. Solomon intended to rest here before moving to the Commons in the morning. The season was winding down, but perhaps there would be stragglers left, those eager to find a new home before winter gripped the Isles in it's bruising embace.

He grazed quietly in his chosen spot, eyes roving over the bits of the meadow he could see between the slender tree trunks that surrounded him. His watchfulness is rewarded as he tracks a bright red figure through the forest as she nears the meadow edge, her scent wafting towards him tantalizingly in her wake. Strange how often these beautiful creatures wandered unattended and uncovered, practically begging someone to take advantage of their vulnerability.

Solomon traces her path through the foliage with nostrils flared, expecting her to meet up with someone. Surely a figure that lovely had someone waiting for her here. When nothing moves toward the lone mare, Sol takes the initiative, following her footsteps until he comes upon her. He debates closing the distance between them, pressing his skin to hers regardless of what she wanted, but he refrains for the moment. The Meadow is not the place for him to pressure her hard, not yet.

If Coda has done anything for him, it's to remind him that he needs to be careful who he brings home to his nascent herd.

Sol shakes away the temptation with a switch of his tail, but has no compunction against hungrily eyeing her as he circles toward the front of the whitecapped mare, one ear tipped in her direction. At this distance, he can detect no trace of another on her skin, mare or stallion and his interest is further piqued. Might he have lucked out once more? Perhaps their meeting would end with him driving her toward the Cove, or some other delight.

"How many boys have you had to chase off this season so far?" He asks with a rouge grin before gesturing to the quiet around them. "I can only guess your vigilance is the reason we're alone now."

It's not often one finds the gathering areas quiet, after all.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove