The Grulla paint bounds after the mare at full pace with a giggle, waving his wings as he kept his balance over the changing terrain, the stallion is keen on visiting this new place, he has never heard of it but is intrigued by the sound of it. As they slow slightly the stallion looks around exotically, watching the types of trees and terrain change as they cantered forwards, the snow wasn't as present in these parts, or so it seemed. The Grulla paint looked up into the sky, watching the dark clouds pass behind them "It looks like we got out just in time" he intoned quietly, his legs still moving at a good pace, carrying his heavy frame with some discomfort, he snorted as he began to use his wings in order to ease his load.
As they entered the area the stallion halted in an opening and stared at almost everything, pivoting his ears to listen to the new noises forming behind trees and over ridges, the stallion curiously scented the air and gathered information before turning back to the mare "Quite a peaceful place" he commented as trees began to creak, he could only hear birds as silence filled the expanse. The male looked at the mare with question "You mentioned a move to..." the stallion paused as he tried to remember the name mention, his eyes lifting as it clicked in his head "Silver core" he added with a smile before he continued "How many remain here?" he asked as he settled down, breathing deeply as he rested from the journey.
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