"Another beautiful day." The mahogany-copper coated stallion murmured to himself as he ducked a low branch and hopped a fallen log. His white markings gleamed softly in the woods, mere flashes while his natural toned helped him blend in the woods.
Winding his way into the softly-lit meadow and out of the shadow of the trees, Raikinti paused to inhale deeply. He grinned to himself, flicking his short tail and shaking his mane. The scent of morning was sweet, a mix of dew-dampened flowers and the fresh brush of wind. Letting the playful brush of the breeze wash over him, Raik shook himself free of the last few clinging leaves from the forest and moved further into the clearing, black muzzle lowering to catch a mouthful of grass.
Chewing thoughtfully, he flicked an ear to catch the sounds of the woods waking around him.
