Nostalgic Daydreams

He returned to the family's old stomping grounds. It still felt a little weird to not be calling this place home, but the beach was nice too. It had its charms, much like the Buffalo Knolls and The Range with Valentine's tractor in all its rusty glory. He wondered if the old man was still hiding away under, probably the spot where he'd die to be honest. He wasn't here for much other than potentially trying to sneak a calf away from the familiar herds that roamed here, though he figured he'd have a hard time of it on his own. Those beasties were a handful when it came to protecting their young ones...so for now, he perched on the top of a hill and watched a herd standing around down below, ears twitching as he listened to the world around him. Settling on his belly, he decided he'd pass the time and simply...watch and let the nostalgia take over.