He ran the blue male's words over and over in his brain, mulling over them. Why was he thinking this over? He was in need of a new home. He hadn't had one since he was three and he was now seven. Being a wanderer was growing tiring. The scarred stallion snorted, pawing a striped hoof across the rough ground.
' Aye. I am. '
His light German accent moving with the voluptuous breeze the blew through the mountains and through the trees. He closed his kissers, letting his twin towers twitch about, taking in the sounds around him while his tag flicked his flanks, waiting for a reply from the smaller male.