He had become quiet once Nahawi left. It was boring without the stallion to pick on. At the same time it was nice to see brother Garmr rise to power. Peyote too, but now where has he gone? He had quite liked the thought of working alongside his brother. The time he had spent with him and Garmr had begun to feel nice. Powerful even.

He had to learn how to create his own power. The pale stallion was deep in thought trying to figure out his own world domination when the most terrible thing happened. Suddenly he was in a swarm of insects coughing and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt stinging on his face, neck, and shoulders before bolting forward.

Growls rumble his throat as he bucks wildly as if that would get rid of the swarm. It did not so he continues to run blindly until he feels the earth under his feet change. The thick mud threatens to slow him, but there was no out running these stupid things anyway. The smoky cream stallion then drops himself down into the mud. With no other ideas he begins to roll endlessly until the swarm finally carries on.