
Skyfyre had wandered far into the desolate north, following rumors of a lonely black stallion encased in ice. As his own heart sometimes felt this way, Sky found the tails extremely intriguing. He wondered if they could be lonely together or if his reception would be somewhat fiery. In any case his father's abhorration of boredom had finally reared its head in his son. All his children were grown and still lonely and might he add mateless he trickled up following the streams looking for their start.
Once he felt he was getting near, he could swear he felt eyes on him. Wolves for a flying azrein were not a problem unless he was not fast enough to get into the air. He was no pansy despite his light purple coloration, he had fathered many children and taken care of them to adulthood. A pack of hungry wolves should be simple ....right?