The Heartwood not this year

Brechin nodded briefly, giving her one nod. He was pleased to hear that he had a few hours to spend with someone that wasn't a predator. "Nice to meet you, Jenabbi," he spoke to her. For him this wasn't for protection but more for company. He nosed over some leaves and nibbled to a few leaves.

The male shook his head. "Not really, normally we stay in one place. I had a good harem, quite some foals too. But then those bugs came and took our food. I lost quite a lot of them with the famine. Then the hungry wolves split me from my females. I survived. Our breeding season is in the autumn, so by returning here I hope to find a new group. Or take it from another male," he shrugged. "How about you?," he asked.