01-04-2016, 10:03 PM
He wants to venture into the field, again, to find another mare to bring into his herd, to grow his numbers. But he must be patient, for he can tell many of those who wander in the field want a kingdom and not just a wandering stallion and his one mare, and he is reluctant to leave the mare he does have alone. Although it is spring and many a soul is wandering, put in a good mood by the warmth after a long winter, he is still reluctant to let the mare move on her own. He supposes he could venture into the adoption den, see if there is a foal he can take beneath his metaphorical wing, but alas, he doesn't know whether the mare would care to join him on the trek.
Her gentle nickers and soft lipping at his chest warm him as they move through the trees easily, hooves soft on the soft covering that blankets the ground, and when she nickers he does in turn, ears pricking towards the deer path she has spotted. He knows the deer are even smarter then they are, sometimes, and know they can find resources that equines miss. So he nods his crown towards the somewhat hidden path and trots towards it, ears flicking, curious as to what this path may lead to. He is thrilled to be exploring the area with such a strong mare, one he knows will be a wonderful first addition to the herd he wishes to rebuild.
The path is not long but it is more hilly than originally expected, although it is nothing strenuous. And where it leads makes it all the more rewarding, for it leads to a little glade, with the sound of running water reaching pricked ears. He doesn't want to linger here, for it would be better for mares or foals to reside in for the early spring, but he has to make sure that it is safe enough for those whom may join them in the future. So he snorts, softly, before venturing into the little clearing, head low as he inspects the ground, ears swiveling - as always - as he tries to determine its safety. It seems relatively unused - as unused as it could be, anyways, for there are still deer-prints in the earth and patches of grass that have been eaten - which is fine by him, for the deer could keep it safe and relatively beaten down whilst they didn't use it. He lifts his head and nickers to the mare as a congratulations for finding the path - without her, he would've missed it.
Her gentle nickers and soft lipping at his chest warm him as they move through the trees easily, hooves soft on the soft covering that blankets the ground, and when she nickers he does in turn, ears pricking towards the deer path she has spotted. He knows the deer are even smarter then they are, sometimes, and know they can find resources that equines miss. So he nods his crown towards the somewhat hidden path and trots towards it, ears flicking, curious as to what this path may lead to. He is thrilled to be exploring the area with such a strong mare, one he knows will be a wonderful first addition to the herd he wishes to rebuild.
The path is not long but it is more hilly than originally expected, although it is nothing strenuous. And where it leads makes it all the more rewarding, for it leads to a little glade, with the sound of running water reaching pricked ears. He doesn't want to linger here, for it would be better for mares or foals to reside in for the early spring, but he has to make sure that it is safe enough for those whom may join them in the future. So he snorts, softly, before venturing into the little clearing, head low as he inspects the ground, ears swiveling - as always - as he tries to determine its safety. It seems relatively unused - as unused as it could be, anyways, for there are still deer-prints in the earth and patches of grass that have been eaten - which is fine by him, for the deer could keep it safe and relatively beaten down whilst they didn't use it. He lifts his head and nickers to the mare as a congratulations for finding the path - without her, he would've missed it.