(Please skip him as needed. Just wanted to toss him in returning tonthe Ridge. Sorry it's short!)

Mother and his siblings were doing well so it was time for him to come home. Askold lauches himself into the calm sea, but he was surprised to find the closer he got the the Ridge the higher the waves got. He didn't understand the difference, but he guessed the weather had, or was, taking a bad turn on Atlantis. It was no matter because he makes it just fine even if he now felt drained. Red ears shoot straight up in attention as soon as he realizes something was wrong. Father's scent was still here, but another's was stronger. It was a mare's scent so Askold was curious to why this was.

He stalks around the Ridge until he spies the growing group of horses. "Dad what's going on?" He asks as he slides close to his sire. It was clear the Ridge herd was adressing this new mare in front of them like she was something important. Had she laid claim to this land under his father's nose? His eyes narrow between a thick tuff of forelock as he waits for someone to shed light on the situation. Judging by the faces of those around him, this black mare has ruffled some fur.