He stirs from his far-off thoughts at her gentle nip, her questioning look. He knows she is asking him where home is, and he does not have a solid answer for her; he resides in the Meadow, mostly, but he has seen the wooded area that runs alongside its boarder and has felt it tug at him, beckoning him to reside there. So he decides, instantaneously, that the wooded land shall be his new herdlands, and he tosses his head as she skitters away. He neighs at her, softly but with a smile in his tone, and rears up slightly, playfully, before tucking his chin and prancing in place in response.
He smells the sudden sweetness to her scent and feels his herding instincts kick in; this is his mare, and no other's, and so he trots to her, nipping her gently on the withers before nudging her with his muzzle to urge her forward. It is time for him to recreate his herd, and he knows it begins with his misty-colored mare that moves beside him. He feels young again, and as they move he tosses his head, letting out a neigh as he transitions into a smooth canter. It is time to return home.
OOC: Want me to create a thread for them in the Forest?