Saltwater crystallized in translucent granules as the grullo stallion mosied forward, drying in the light of an early afternoon sun, then subsequently falling from his fur the further from the ocean he roamed. It had been some time since last Canis had frequented the shores of the Crossing. Perhaps it was lazy of him to lounge in the company of his mares and children in the foothills of the Bay, but the male quite enjoyed the peace and quiet he'd found in the north. Regardless of his preferences (and the continued expression of his mother's opinion,) the silver-haired stallion now strolled in the grasslands near the Falls.
When he was younger, Canis had had trouble talking to others. He was more comfortable in his skin these days and no longer feared whether or not he was saying or doing the right thing. The social anxiety that once had a noose around his throat was now no more than a whisper of frayed thread. This was why the silver-haired male had little issue nickering to the pretty mare some yards off his projected path, a filly playing nearby. Keeping his distance, Canis hoped that she was in the mood for conversation.