Sorrel snorted as he caught the scent of another stallion coming to his homeland. There had been a rumour that Heaven of Peace had been stolen from someone else, and he knew that this stag might be the one who it had been taken from.
He cantered through the waves, easily breaking them through and stopped near the other horse, black coat shining in the warmth of the sun.
"Greetings, I am Sorrel, the king of Vernien En' Seere."