Sacre was artfully making his way back down from being on top of a canyon. Together with Inari, they had set off early to travel up one in their quest to look out across all of the Dragons Throat and view all of its glory. Their prize upon reaching the summit had not been disappointing and both souls had admired the place in which they were living from a new height. From then they had spent the day exploring the rest of the canyons, being careful not to step too close to the edges, Inari was significantly more nimble than his dark coated bonded and often left Sacre in sticky situations in order to laugh at him from a distance. The colt had scowled and had slowly righted himself before his set of lobes caught the call from Africa that was meant for the whole herd. Sacre had looked quickly for Inari and together they had made haste down from a raised point and onto more even ground.

Now their steps were bouncing along together at a brisk trot, the colts mane rose and fell in clumps of inky mess. The older he got the thicker and more troublesome his long locks appeared to become. His beloved red arrow was only barely visible through the tangles of tail hair that swished wherever they pleased to the rhythm of his bubbly gait.

After sometime the pair finally came upon the gathering called forth by Africa and, although small, it was filled with faces he knew. Sikeax was there, her familiar pale body a welcome sight to his roaming blue eyes and he quickly skidded to a halt beside her. Inari winding around one of his black legs. Also there, to the pleasant surprise of Sacre, was the grey looking hybrid yearling whose name he had yet to learn. They had met once only in a brief moment of joy back when they had been subject to living in the caves. Together with another bulky looking colt they had played a game together. It was a bright moment in an otherwise dark time. Of course there was Africa whom he bowed his head to and another girl who he had never met before, her coat filled with vibrant colourful hues that made him stare a little longer than perhaps he should have. He smiled at her regardless as she announced herself as Alija. A face surely not easily forgotten.

Together with Inari, Sacre awaited the news from the Sultana.

Whispers in the dark
Steal a kiss and you'll break your heart