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Seth had only gone down to the watering hole for a drink. The recent rains only left heat in their wake and it was normal for a horse to become thirsty. Beorn and his herd were nearby, preferring to stick to the shade of two trees that grew by the water. Really, all he had done was walk a few feet and drink some water. Then a shrill cry broke through the plains and they had all lifted their heads in alarm, Seth’s ears twitching almost wildly as he searched for the source while keeping an eye on his herd at the same time. Finally he found it. When Seth had found Eiran he had been surprised. A lost foal was not a common sight, at least n

Beorn was old for a bison, not enough to be seen as an elder but still older than most. Bison judged each other’s age not by the number of years they bore, but by the number of scars and offspring they had and Beorn had quite a few. Of course, he would go on to realize that this only seemed to happen with his own kind. He had learned quite a few things after deciding to set out with Seth and his band. Before meeting the roan stallion Beorn knew about horses only by watching them from afar, their herds consisting usually of one stallion his mares and his offspring, very rarely allowing another stallion to stay for long, they never fought