Castanea

Castanea had been alone for too long. Her hooves led her here, and her mane whipped in the air as she galloped, hoping to find someone. Anyone.

Ruckus

Ruckus didn't know where the other horses in the herd went but he had searched high and low for them to no degree and had given up. However; he didn't leave the territory he kept marking and calling out hoping to draw other equines in and as he grazed the wind shifted. With the shift came a scent of a mare and one he didn't reckonize so his head shot up.

He called out with a whicker before heading in her direction. The andalusian stallion moved at a canter till she came into site and as he drew closer he slowed; first to a trot then a walk and then finally he came to a halt.

Greetings and I am ruckus and this is my home

Castanea

The chestnut mare skidded to a halt, her black mane settling down and her tail twitching. "I am Castanea." She greeted. "I would like to join your herd."