Moonspear Sundream

The youth had busied himself with learning the nooks and crannies of his new home. So far, he liked what he had seen -- the thickly wooded forest at Moonspear's base reminded him of the familiar woods of Stavanger Bay, and the rocky heights both exhilarated and terrified him. He had already fallen once or twice while trying to get used to the uneven terrain, but luckily had only suffered a few bumps and bruises.

His favorite aspect so far was the view. If he climbed high enough and looked to the north, he could see the waves rolling in the distance. And the land to the south, west, and east all represented places that he hadn't yet traveled -- but planned to.

The outrider-in-training was weaving among the trees when he heard Wildfire's voice. He was excited and surprised that she was visiting, but wasted no time in tracking her down. He emerged from the underbrush and loped towards her, a broad grin stretched across his muzzle. "Wildfire! Hey! Your paw is better?" was his first comment as he came to a halt in front of her.