Such big words for such a little male. Tilting his head, Cruise listened to the man before his ears flicked and a snort escaped his lips. “Big words.” He muttered, his brain not entirely understanding what ally meant, but he did not really care. “You fwiens wiff me da?” That was all that mattered to Cruise, that this Zevuwun dude was friends with his family. Blinking Bacardi’s passed down eyes up at Zevulun, Cruise waited.


Being distracted quickly, the colt heard what the cream stallion said and then nodded, his short tail wagging. “I love water!” Cold water eased his legs, which Cruise was not fully aware of just yet. As he had no lacerations that oosed just yet, his legs enjoyed the water and the swelling would go down. Once he got older and his defect became more prominent, it would become less easy for him to be in water. At that point, he would have to go stand in the ocean and let the salt water pull at the infection in his legs to ease the pain.


Not even waiting for Zevulun to reply, Cruise moved forward and his body went close to the Prairie leads. Depending on if Zevulun stood still, Cruise’s side would rub against the pale stallions as he headed to look at the grasses a bit off, wondering if they would lead him to the river. The colt was all happy to do anything, but in time she would grow less likely to handle such endeavors. When Cruise was an adult… he might barely be able to feed himself being on his legs. So while he was still a colt and unknowing of the future, he did anything he could to explore and enjoy himself while his sisters stayed home with his parents.