Fall had sprung something in him. His herd has grown by two where it had been a mire slow progression. I guess you could say he was doing alright for a herd leader. He had never expected to have the drive for it, but turns out it was quite a but of fun. Gathering mares, fighting other herds, and increasing his bloodline. This was the life his father had lived.
It had not been the life he was meant for and here he was.
Days after bringing home a young mare from the Commons he was back. His eyes were big right now for more to grow his herd. Maybe the more active he was it might stir old creatures back to the Cove. Like Dove's mother. A grin spreads on his face as he exits the sea. It was mid afternoon as he walks further into the Commons. It didn't take long for him to spot the young black paint. It also didn't take long for him to call out to her and trot over.
"Good afternoon." He says in his deep voice. She was probably a foot taller than him, but his confidence didn't show it. He stood straight with his shoulders out. "You know what this place is for, correct?" He asks. She was young so maybe she didn't know. No need to worry he would educate her nonetheless.