winter wonderland
Ruinam slowly walks along the ridge if the river, his stride lazily spread across the terrain as he halts, taking in the autumnal view.
Small orange and yellow leaves speckled the landscape, the river also carrying its share of dead leaves as it gently passes by Ruinam, creating a soft hum that the ivory-stallion enjoys.
He is quickly joined by his white-coated companion who is wary as he approaches the river, bending close to the edge to take a sip.
The stallion joins him and takes a quick drink before continuing forward, his neck drooping toward the ground as his frame bends to support his weight which is now lazily displaced through his entire body.
The stallion lingers around the area for a while, entranced by the fast-moving water for a solid five minutes before moving toward the trees, the brightly coloured stallion rubs his side against a nearby tree, its bark raking against his neat fur, taking small pieces of hair away with each scrape.
An audible huff rakes through the stallion's lungs as he settles down in the nearby foliage, crossing over his legs comfortably as he observes autumn slowly take a hold of the land, killing everything off in a spectacular fashion, sprucing everything up with fantastic colours, a rather interesting scene in his opinion, something that had made him admire Sylva when he lived there.
His companion surveys the landscape nearby, taking on a rather serious stance as Ruinam's protector who smiles at him, amused by the fox.
The stallion waits patiently, usually, someone turns up by the river, whether it is to drink or just follow the stream, the river's attractive hum and gleam usually preys on one's curiosity.
