Coming back to the Throat after such an adventure with his Pa,  and oh what an adventure it had been! Wolves, Dragons, Magic and so much more! Tyrath could of only explained the following days as the most boring days in existence the second his petite hooves had dipped into the sands again. The sunlit sands were great and all, perfect to keep little hooves safe if little hooves couldn't talk carers into opening the Bridge for them.

So he had wandered around since then, looking for anyone or anything that might hold his attention. The caves in the crags had been a momentary thing of fun, as he over turned rocks and scoured for any hidden nooks and crannies within them that might lead him somewhere interesting, but the fun ended in disappointment and the death marked boy had left them sooner rather than later.

He had been wandering away from one of his recent hidey holes, found in his search around the caves when an all too family smell hit his small nose. It wrinkled immediately, the smell of ickyness and new baby. The smell he associated to when he had come into the world. Was there a new baby being born? That would be interesting, had it come from an egg like he had? Working himself into a long legged trot, Tyrath followed the gross smell with perked ears and a curious look glinting in his bloody eyes.

Well, he was right, it was a birth. Forever curious and too young to understand boundaries, he had bounded closer to the mare than many of the more adult horses would have out of respect. "Hey there miss." Unsure of how to properly greet her, he didn't quite understand personal space and privacy yet, so his hooves gave no pause as he stopped next to the mare. She was pretty! with eyes that were sort of like his, but not. They were white where he was crimson. The boy's attention was finally drawn to the Colt at her side, trying to stand and his heart immediately leapt.

He had a skull face just like him!


"He looks like me!" He exclaimed, not sure how to react, leonine tail swished at his hocks as he continued to peer at the newborn. Was his pa Volterra too? That would make them brothers, right? The idea of having a brother wasn't a bad idea in his head,it would mean he had someone in the sands to keep him company. Someone to go on adventures with him so he wasn't alone, and then pa and his carers couldn't tell him off.  He didn't know if he was his brother though yet, so he forced his frame to still and turned his attention back to the colt's ma. "Is his pa my pa?"