The large black Andalusian galloped into the territory, one of the first he had managed to come across on his trek into the valley. He had passed along by it earlier, keeping in mind that the scents were old, and as faint as they were, he doubted anyone would be coming by to defend it.

Feeling quite confident in himself, with a mare next to him and all, he slowed to a halt upon a rocky knoll, overlooking much of the land. He kept in mind that wolves had previously lived here, and that made him wary. Enough caution was stored in his mind that it provided a lifetime of energy in case something came by. Bobbing his head in the direction of the center of the land, he turned his dark eyes to Crush, wanting to know what she thought of it. He himself was in favor of it at the moment, despite it's vast array of colorful ruggedness. He would normally prefer something more along the hues of green, but this was the best he could do for now. Later, maybe he'de move to a nicer territory if one became open.

"What do you think?" he asked, curious to know her thoughts. He hadn't officially claimed it, for he wanted her input first, though it was what he had planned. It was one of the only lands that appeared free that he had come across. He practically shivered with excitement as he turned his head to look over the land again. It's endless pillows of red and yellows, dotted with splotches of deep green decoration just made him happy.

GALLIANT
Gallant steed.