Post by saetta on Dec 24, 2014 19:39:48 GMT -5
The massive sorrel roan stallion for the last few days was looking for a place to call his own, and to have his small herd of mares live on. So far Marauder either smelled other horses around or the landscape just was not good or friendly for a horse to live on. He did know that what ever he did decide to take needed to support Zilla and himself as they was big drafts and so needed a lot of food and water to sustain themselves. That was the one advantage that Fox had was her small size it didn't need a lot to keep it going. Marauder finally crested a small knoll and there ahead of him was a valley right by a mountain. When he finally entered and started to look around it had almost everything a horse needed to survive. Marauder did like that some of the caverns was big enough to house horses so at least there was shelter from storms if they blew through. The more the Belgian draft looked over everything the better he liked it here. He also was sure that his two mares would like it here also, if not it wouldn't be the first time a mare was not happy with him. The most important thing in his mind was there was no other horse that he smelled so that meant no intruders or neighbors that he would butt heads with.
So he sent his nose skyward and let out a shrill whinny as he was claiming this land.