Jigsaw was a fool and Beloved was no better. He knew it was only a matter of time before Beloved met the same fate as their Scottish comrad. They were lucky he was old or he would have been making things happen himself. Bones crack as the slim stallion stands.

Years he has watched the Lagoon change. This new generation, some showed promise where others failed. Then there was some who didn't even try. Other who were so dumb they didn't know what to do. If only he had these young lads to guide when he was in his prime. He would have raised them right into the age of conquering. Now these stallions fight themselves over good and evil.

It almost made him think about putting himself put of his misery. Almost.

The shuffle of the shrubbery cause his neck to snap loudly in the direction of the mare. She wasn't particularly walking towards him, but she was near. Close enough that a low rumble sends her a warning about coming any closer. Blue eyes narrow between his grey forelock as he locks onto her without blinking. It was almost as if he was claiming the part of the Lagoon he stands and dares her to try to invade his space.