Sniffing through nostrils that were slightly snotty, Voyager let his chest puff out with a full breath before it escaped his lungs with a faint cough and a snort. He would need time to heal past the lung infection that had started thanks to his swim. Huffing past his mouthful of grass, Voyager went to lower his head once more when the sound of someone coming closer infiltrated the silent dawn. Who was there and why had they come towards him?

Raising his brown eyes, the large stallion eyed this newcomer. His new companion was also a stallion, something one would guess would generally cause a ruckus. Yet, Voyager kept his calm demeanor as he faintly nodded his head before listening to this horse. The one before him had gorgeous coloring, something Voyager had wished he could have instead of his dark coat, but not everyone was as lucky as this horse now named Micah before him. He had seen coats of all colors, but he had not seen one as comfortable in their own skin as this one in a long time.

“It's nice to meet you Micah. My name is Voyager.” With his name out of the way, the large Percheron stood up to his height and let himself just relax without looking so darn exhausted. “Occupation?” He finally did voice the question he had kept silent in his running mind. What did Micah have in mind? Voyager might be large, but he had no will to really fight unless he had to and currently, he was to young to know much of the fighting he would most likely grow to learn. For now though, he did wait for Micah to reply to his final question.