Yo,ho haul together, hoist the colours high
This place was..well, it was home, he supposed that much. That’s what his Mother called it and he didn’t know any different. He and his Dam had kept to themselves, all the more for her to dote on him of course. She was an incessant nurturer, always fawning over him. He was bigger now, he needed less attention and more..something. He needed something to do, something that didn’t involve his Mother for goodness sakes. He loved her of course, as many foals love their Dams, but he couldn’t take it. There was such thing as ‘too much of a good thing.’
Anker loved the sea, not much of a surprise considering his father. He was as much of a whale as his namesake, and Anker proudly called him father. The colt also loved to eat, especially here in the Gates. All the sweet clover he could ever want, and he wanted a lot. He was a rather porky child, but Mother would assure him he was not fat. Stout, solid, she would tell him, but never fat. Today he had chosen a new patch of clover to devour, before winter came and stole it all away of course. The little buckskin stood lazily looking out over the empty meadow, his eyes rather uninterested. There was nothing to see, nothing to be interested in. Is this how it had always been? Surely not, there had to be others somewhere around here. He rested a leg, tipping his hoof on its end, and he munched. He was good at munching, he was also good at grouching.
Yes, even he, son of Adorata, could manage an emotion other than pure joy.
Whale x Adorata
still trying to figure him out