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The brown stallion dropped his head as he ruminated over his decision. He blinked is frosty, cinnamon eyes, and swished his tounge around in his mouth. He felt the warm, fur of the Friesian striding next to him, it rubbed across the side of his barrel. "Thank you, and yes you have answered my question." Kodiak answered solemnly to Mauja. The warmblood lifted his head, and puffed out his chest. He felt the sting of the half frozen raindrops hammering his skin. Pounded, as if forcing an entry into his hooves. His neck stood arched, fighting its cold, vast enemy. "I have made my decision..." Kodiak muttered. "...I will Journey to the Worlds Edge. But how do I go there, to be accepted into the herd?" Kodiak asked hopefully as he slushed his feet through he watery snow. He swung his dark, mane blanketing his eyes to the side of his face. He slapped his tail to his side, splattering water across his lightning bolt marking. His head held collectively against his chest, and neck gracefully arched. His eyes squinting every time they walk through a deeper puddle, and it splatters up to the two stallions heads. Kodiak turned his head to look at the friesian stallion next to him, almost not wantng to part from him, for he was a truly kind soul.
