Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

Bold pony is bold. For @Muses !

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They were settling in nicely. The plains might have supported a myriad of creatures in the warmer months but currently, there was little to no life; their herd shared the space with great beasts with strangely triangular figures, and tiny horns. He'd never seen a bison before and had no word for it — but they were similar enough that Nechako could understand the most basic of things about them. Like the horses, they were herbivores. They rounded together as he came upon them on a foray through the plains — but Nechako did not test his luck with them today. He was far more curious about the land that lay beyond the great fields of snow.

Atna would think him crazy, of course. It was not safe for any horse to be without its herd; no sane creature would willingly depart from them, for a horse was nothing without the herd to back them up. Perhaps Nechako's wildness was just that? A temporary insanity. Something that plagued him from time to time. It had been what caused his desire to move, after all. And had he not done that, his harem would never have discovered the plentiful landscape of the plains.

He had spoken to no-one, not even Skoonka, as he careened across the field. When he discovered a river, Nechako raced alongside it as well. He was faster than the current! Faster than the very veins of the earth! Oh, his ego swelled. After a brief pit-stop to satiate a growing thirst, the stallion crossed where the water was shallow, and plotted a slow course through a forest. The shade was a touch too cold for him — so when possible, he sought the open air, the beaming sun, all the while wondering if the plains were truly a good place to settle.

That question came to the forefront of his mind when his eyes settled upon a great field. One part looked pristine and snow-capped, and through some investigative digging and the drag of his nose through the soft snow, Nechako learned of the wildflowers. They were dormant now. Frozen bundles of plant matter (a bit sour to the taste, honestly), but in the summer months the area would surely blossom with unimaginable beauty. This would be a good place to bring his harem, he decided. Except as he passed through, listening for dangers and hearing only his hoof-falls crunching the snow, he passed beyond the fields and beyond, to a massive swath of pasture that seemed to go on endlessly.

He was a good husband. He had found a great many things, and would have to tell Atna — when the time was right, of course, — and bask in her adoration.
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