He emerged from the brush to see Ashamin and one of his two companions grazing peacefully. He looked on momentarily taking in the scene of his dark friend and his deer like companion's shadows against the blazing orange, magenta and dandelion sunset. The meadow grass swayed and twirled in the gently dancing breeze. It was the picture of serenity and peace, something the young male had not experienced in so long. Chaska closed his emerald eyes and inhaled deeply through his ebony nose. The smell of sweet grass and fragrant flowers filled his flared nostrils and calmed the stallion as he exhaled. Opening his luminous eyes dreamily he focused back on his companions.
The golden stallion pawed the ground softly to announce his arrival. "Hello friends. I hope I am not interrupting yall?" he spoke gently, being sure to keep his voice low. He began to move towards them, seeming to be floating through the flowing long grass as he stepped softly and slowly. The sabino's inky mane began to dance against his thick neck as the breeze flooded over his golden body. His smile was brilliantly white against his contrasting black lips.