The Friesian-like stallion stood on the border between the Shore, Harbor, and Ridge. He was miles from his home in Paradise, but the visit served a greater purpose than merely observing the other herds and their patrol habits or trying to raid again. This last spring, his mare Rosaliana had lost their child unexpectedly and thus sought out the comfort of her family who still lived in the Ridge.
Six months had passed since then, and Carthage had only seen her a few times in those months. The loss had shattered her and had aggrieved him to lose a child so unfairly. He had hoped that being surrounded by her family might pull her back together, but the dark bay now felt that finding a way to move forward would be better for her. He'd left her alone for far too long.
New scents more prominently marked the border of what had been her family's domain. Since he wanted to foster that same alliance her presence with him had meant, Carthage lingered at the border. His dark ears twisted at every sound, hoping that by coincidence they would meet here and she was ready to come home. It was folly to think she'd meet him here by chance. So, he loosed a crooning call for Rosaliana, urging her to meet with him, to come home to Paradise so they could start over.