The sun was at its peak by now. It had to have been noon. The herd was grazing peacefully in the valley, the leaves in the trees had turned orange and some where naked while the others still clung to their leaves. Eaglefeather was a yearling by now, his mane was turning and laid against his neck, his tail swishing at his hocks by now. The older colt snorted and trotted to the edges of the herd, looking out over the grass and fields, alert for any sort of dangers. Not too far away from him stood the larger grey on bay dun roan stallion that was viewed as the leader of this particular herd. He rose his head from grazing to look at him, an ear flicking back then forward again. “What are you looking for, Eaglefeather?” The sudden question from the stallion caused the chestnut tovero sabino colt to jolt and whinney in surprise. He danced away a bit before whirling around to face the older stallion. Seeing that it was Okari he relaxed and stood straight, looking him in the eyes with his