The wind began to pick up, lifting fallen leaves with ease. A lone stallion was flying over the tree tops of a lone forest. Landing in the clearing, his long hair fell over his shoulder. "Spring will be here soon..." He spoke calmly with a smile as he looked for a flowing river or a pond to have a drink after his long flight. His wings were neatly folded to his sides as he walked towards an old tree. There was what looked to be a nest, but no bird could have made something that large.
"A nest?" Asking himself as he looked around for the possible bird. There was none, but he couldn't shake off a feeling he had. Someone could be watching him.