Dreamfinder

A pale-tawny coated mustang galloped through a stand of old oaks. Alternating flashes of light and shadow fell over his sleek coat as he passed under the ancient trees that filtered the sun's rays. The bottoms of each leg grew darker until they were black at the base of the hooves. His muzzle was also dark, and his mane and tail were light brown.

Scenting at the wind, Dreamfinder stopped at the edge of the lake. He could not smell the stallion who last claimed the land. In fact, the area seemed devoid of equine inhabitants. Yet it was so lush with good plants and land, Dreamfinder knew it would make a perfect terra. Tossing his head in excitment, the stallion gave a loud neigh and claimed the area as his own. Then he galloped off once more, in search of mares.