Quiet nights like these were the best. Castor cast a glance over his shoulder to the small thicket where he liked to bed down at times before gently increasing his speed to that of a canter. The stallion once again felt that he came alive under the dark carpet of the night sky that glittered with countless stars. He breathed deeply as he felt his shoulders roll with the movement of his gait. Castor's love for the night was now well known by the rest of the family and instead of disturbing them countless night after night he had taken to sleeping in an area that was nearby but far enough away that he did not disturb everyone else.
