Shiver

Thankfully, his words seemed to help her relax. Eventually, she seemed to feel steady enough to give her name. Acacia. It wasn’t a name he knew, but then, there were many, many herds out there, even if it seemed as though Boreas, and perhaps Auster too, were barren of horses like them.

“It’s no worry. You’re young, and any horse alone is going to be nervous—we are herd animals, after all.”

Said the horse who appeared to be alone himself. He was more accustomed to the nomadic wandering life of a lone stallion these days. He did enjoy the freedom, even if his nature did sometimes bring him to bouts of loneliness. He’d taken to hanging around Maeva, though today he’d wandered back to his favorite haunt.

He still had his “quest” of course. Searching for the wolves – or their descendants – who had given his mother a home and family for a good few years before she’d splintered off on her own.

His ears did prick slightly as Acacia mentioned that she hadn’t been pushed out of the herd, but left with a friend who had gone before he could be evicted by the band stallion. Likely, that meant a young and inexperienced colt who might well be best off to find a bachelor band to roughhouse and heckle band stallions with for a few years, honing his fighting skills and endurance before he won a mare or two of his own.

Taliesyn smiled, though. He knew the friendships that formed between his kind could be practically binding, with one fretting while the other was gone. His mother had told many stories about her life as a domestic horse among humans, and the fretful episodes of the herd bound and buddy sour.

“It takes practice to be confident in exploration on your own. I’m large enough to be less of an interest to predators, and I’m decently well-armed, more so than most horses.”

He was gently encouraging with his advice, and he still kept his distance, letting the filly decide whether she wished to approach or not. He was content to stand and wait.

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