Valour gazed around, his eyes alert for any predator that might threaten the herd. Despite him being promoted to the ranks of the Outriders nearly six months ago he felt like he was a veteran stag. He couldn't let his guard down-not when there were many young ones around. He shook his head when a fly landed on one of his ears. So many distractions yet he didn't want to get distracted. No, that was wrong. He couldn't get distracted. Sighing, he stomped a hoof on the soft ground. He wished winter would hurry up and leave. The snow had begun to slowly turn to slush a few weeks ago and it was slowly beginning to become a nuisance to the young stag. If only this part of being an Outrider wasn't so boring. Stifling a yawn, he decided to walk a bit to get his blood moving again and to stop him from getting too bored out of his mind.
