The swim from Tinuvel to the Lagoon chilled Caine to the bone. He shivered uncontrollably as he pulled himself from the icy surf to the snow-covered shore. Even with the fresh powder on the ground and the flakes falling from the heavy clouds above, it still didn’t seem as bitter and angry as the winter storm that had raged upon Tinuvel when he left.


Venturing deeper on the crossing isle, there was no mistaking when he reached the lagoon. The musk of stallions was heavy, and the ground became soft beneath his hooves as he moved deeper into the swam. Ears perked forward, Caine’s green eyes glittered with the excitement he felt to finally be free of his father’s strict hold. To do what he wanted, when he wanted, with nothing to hold him back.


When a beast of a stallion finally came into view, he wasn’t surprised by the warm greeting he was offered. It did little to chase away the chill still set in his bones, or the ice crusted on his mane and tail. “Why should I?” Caine quipped in return. Not at all swayed by the grumpy attitude of his found brother. “I see plenty of entertainment to be found here.”