Ashes, and his brother were respectfully and sexually old enough to start their own herd. However, that just appeared to be the problem. The harem the two yearned for could not be found, and often went fruitless wherever they went. No herds in sight, no old stallions to steal from. It was frankly pissing him off, and he rightfully wanted some mares to share with his sibling. The night sky was a beauty, as per usual as he shifted slightly through the woods. Gesturing behind him as he heaved in the air. "Tomorrow, we'll find a newer valley or woods." He murmured, shaking out his mane.
His hooves digging into the marshy terrain as he peered behind him, was his brother following? The black stallion bit his lip, glancing about once more.