Freedom was odd even after a year.
Not so odd that he disliked it. No. It was odd that he had no one but himself to respond to.
Four years of studying, of beatings, of studying some more, had lead him astray of the monastery to... here. Kaenros wasn’t quite sure what or where here was but it didn’t much matter. A place was a place was a place. Another pass through, perhaps? Upon his arrival, the smell of wolves was no where to be found so he was certain this was not the land he had been searching for. In fact, the only scent his mismatched nostrils pulled was the brine of his own salt and sand crusted hide and the warmth of other equines.
In all honesty, he couldn’t believe the nerve he had had to think he wanted to wash ashore there if the place was even real. Intelligent or not, in the state he had arrived, he would’ve for sure been eaten. The weather had turned sour in an instant and there was nothing he could do but keep his head above water and pray to the old gods. The sky he had awoken too had been kind, something he assumed to be a still, overcast night. Or evening? Or perhaps even morning. But it seemed the wind had brought back the overburdened clouds that had thrown him off course to begin with in a world that still held light.
Overhead, thunder rolled softly in the persistent midnight and he raised his head from the fodder he had been nosing through to draw in another heavy breath. Rain would be coming again soon. The burnished stallion didn’t quite know how much this new territory had gotten in previous days or even earlier this day?, but he wasn’t keen to be caught next to an unfamiliar river. He was sure he had seen a massive tree not too far in the distance when there had been a few scattered strikes of lightning and Kaenros was eager to see what kind of protection it could offer. He picked up his meandering walk, slipping into a smooth lope, and headed in the direction he had last seen the behemoth.
edited to fit swp