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Zamoro, walked through the green with a comfort of home. This feeling had urged him to come here of the outer areas of his herds lands. These beautiful places nature can withdraw are breathtaking. Even if this place was cold, it was of clear skies and sunny. A day Zamoro actually enjoyed himself on this day, for the sun's strong heat was felt on his body as he wandered through these meadows. Was he in a dream? Or had he been hit in the head too hard? He had never seen a place so beautiful and free as this area. It is of course hard to understand something, when you have never seen it before. Zamoro could not be amazed in peacefulness by these lands but puzzled. He was use to just tree's and dry savannas most of the time. But here in these lands, were of mountains and valleys.

"What Beautiful lands these are Indeed!" Zamoro exclaimed to himself with a pride going through his voice. He made a steady pace as he looked to the high mountains in wonder. He soon would get used to these natural beauties as of all the other Equines soon did. This would become any other normal sight, from his view as he would be visiting it often. Zamoro moved forward towards a small oak tree stranded by the near smaller forest area. It drew there like any normal tree, except for some reason, Zamoro was drawn to this one tree for some reason unknown. Then he knew why, he noticed the gray bird with a red feathery chest. A small songbird it was roosting upon the branch of the small twig like oak tree. Zamoro kept his eyes resting on it, it turned to him. Tweaking a small chime, it leaped off the branch and flew to the skies. Flying into the smaller area of forests to find its fellow songbirds.

Zamoro smiled heartily. His day just got better, though Frost Fall was not having a big effect on these lands usually. He still hated the shivering cold in the morning and night while resting. But noticing that one little songbird it was a Robin. "The Sign of Spring is here." He chuckled to himself warmingly. This was high hopes to him, for he hadn't seen a Robin since the middle of Autumn. Now he see's one meaning Spring will be coming soon. Zamoro felt a ever lasting sensation for this moment to himself. A memory he might not ever forget, for it was his first time in these valleys. He would probably always have this moment in his heart for the rest of his jolly life. It made him smile, as he listened to the chimes and chirps of the pretty songs these birds sung. It was gladly a nice time to have been, Zamoro finally turned around, and began walking towards the meadows again. Looking forward standing strong and sturdy.