Redhawk Caldera turquoise

His withers flinched a bit under the weight, more from the unfamiliarity of having something weigh down upon him without being expected to shake it off. It felt like when his siblings used to fall asleep draped across him though perhaps this was his comeuppance for always trying to fight to the top of the pile so he could sleep across them as well. 

He stayed still while she adjusted the gift across his shoulders, and he began to move slowly at first, reassured within moments of its weight displacement that made it relatively stable so long as he didn't hitch to one side or another. He did his best to walk on arched feet so that it did not drag. 

"Oh yeah, I've heard of Kukutux," He said with a nod. It was a unique name; and while his father had told him many stories that had been kind of boring, that wasn't a name he'd easily forget. "Why did you leave here?" He asked.