The dark bay had followed Sigurdr readily and willingly into the stretch of ocean that separated Atlantis from the other islands. His legs had powered his great dark body through the water, eager to make landfall where his lead steered them. This was to be their second such venture out into the other islands, and he wanted this time to be successful.
Carthage followed the black-masked stallion's pace by charging straight up onto the shoreline from the shallows. Crimson eyes took in the features of the beach and then caught sight of the trail near where they had come ashore. A smirk pulled at his lips. What sweet to set their sights so close at hand. The scent of the mare and only the mare excited him. How far off was the herd and the lead? How much time did they have?
He kept pace with Sigurdr along the trail she'd left. Wet sand and detritus clung to his hooves and coronets as they made their way through the forest. When his crimson eyes beheld the mare, Carthage cut off quietly in another direction. He would creep into place to cut her off should she try to run, or perhaps head off the lead stallion a moment to allow Sigurdr to make a move. Either way, Carthage was eager for a way to end this quickly and decidedly in their favor.