Something was calling from the depths of one's soul. It made strong legs kick through water and a hefty body bog through water until their frame landed upon a solid piece of land. Muscles ached and yet they powered through the exercise in which got the large black horse on land. His amber eyes blinked as he stared over the land before he once again moved off. He had been traveling for many a night and day and his body was more toned from almost a year of traveling over the islands. He needed to find a place to call home. He had been like a black shadow upon the land, not being noticed before he stumbled back where he arrived. Now, the percheron stallion was headed to a wooded area that got him out of the blazing sun. The hot rays would make his frame sweat and he did not wish to be coated in it forever.

Trudging through dense forest, Voyager looked up through the canopy. He had not been in a forest in so long and it was all the three year old could do to not buck with a whinny. He missed the dense cover and the avoidance of most rain. His body could handle being cold and such, but trees made it so he could stand out of the thundering rains back home and keep himself from getting coated in rain rot. He loved to rub against the bark of the living things and get the scratches that he could not do otherwise. For those reasons, he sniffed around and noticed that there was a stallion around, but he did not stop his forward momentum. He kept himself calm and made sure he was not threatening, but not all stallions would understand that.

Stopping in a space that was more open, Voyager let his body shake from its journey. He had went from one place to another and now he really hoped he could stay. So, with a calm air about him, Voyager let out a call to the one that owned this place. It was not a threatening call and his calm disposition allowed him to stand there and prepare for anything thrown his way. He might not be the most skilled in combat, but he would do his best to get a home here.