He didn't know what he was going to do with mother gone as life was already boring. He thought about searching for his sire as his mother was never interested in talking much about him. Every time he asked mother just said he wasn't in their lives and she had just mated with him to have another child. He didn't seem interested in finding him so maybe he shouldn't be either, but he couldn't help the pull to the mystery. Now that mother had left the islands, the desire to find his sire was growing each day.

A squeal caught his attention on the other side of the dune so he makes it way up the hill of sand curiously. It wasn't hard to pick up the dark filly as she kicks and rears across the sand. She looked like she was having fun, but she was all alone. His ebony head twists each way as he watches her until finally, he lets out a call of his own. His forelimbs kick out as he rears, squealing on top of the hill like he owned the place. A colt could dream, right? A laugh escapes him as he lowers his body back to all fours and descends down the hill in a canter. He goes as fast as he can without falling under his reaches the filly down below.

"Your name is Raptor, right? My name is Balavant, son of Desirie. Our mothers were friends and she talked about you and Sauron sometimes." He vaguely remembers meeting Sauron when he was born as mother had birthed him around the same time as Shaydowfax had given birth. Raptor was born after and he recalls seeing her around, but they have never really gotten together since Shaydowfax left the Dunes. His family usually just stayed together in their tight-knit group, but now that was breaking up.