Archam found himself in the field today, looking for new recruits to his herd. His herd has severly dwindled from a booming herd of 7 to a small herd of 2. The mares disapeared from Beqanna all together, his foals gone with them. It was time to move on and find more protect, and bond with. A wind blew by causing his mane to momentarily lift of his neck and his tail to sway to the right. He stood scanning the area, there were lots of mares out today, but they also had there new born foals. Some mares did not have a home, and resorted to birthing in the field or the meadow, it was sad but not everyone belonged to a kingdom or herd.
His eyes stopped on a liver chestnut mare, she seemed new, mainly because she looked exhausted. Out of nowhere the mare collapsed to the ground, she remained alert but almost unable to. He quickly moved into a canter and made his way over to her, after a few moments he neared her. His heart was racing slightly, nervous for her condition. He slid to a halt a few paces away from the mare are you okay?! he said aloud, his neck dropped to the ground and he extended his nose out stepping near her My name is Archam, do you need help? he asked stopping a pace or two away, she could be skittish of stallions and he did not want to cause her any more anxiety than she currently had.