Legs pumping faster, wings tucked in neatly to heaving flanks, the taut brute freely ran to an extent. The familiar scent of the Throat wafted to his nose, the smell of a lush oasis. A smile played upon his maw as he forced himself to get as close as possible, to meet one of his herd mates, or several if they wished. Phoenix was struggling to battle with prolonged anxiety and whimpering away when he faced new horses, but he didn't want to be like that anymore. The stallion wanted to halt being so confident and almost arrogant and then shying away like a leaf strewn away in the wind. Gradually diminuendo to a halt, the panting stallion let out a booming nicker.
He wished to find someone, and have some company. His resolution was to be more sociable, and interact with the herd that was almost like family to him.