"As you probably already know... West is gone. He left. I don't know how long. Apparently Mystery and Willow are gone too? West would just leave her so he is going to find her. Again I ss I have no clue how long..." she sniffled, looking away. She looked back up at Ghost "...How long he's going to be gone. But that's about all I can tell you right now..."

ghost nodded before nuzzling dixies sholder "he will come back its west for ya" he said before looking into the woods with a snort

Dixie nodded, though she wasn't completely convinced

ghost looked at dixie with a slight smile "i may be blind out of my left eye but im not blind out of both and know a good horse when i see one west is the kindest stallion you will ever meet and he would never leave the herd or you " he said his blue eyes soft

Dixie smiled "I know... " she did know. She just didnt know why he still left...

ghost looked at her before shaking his mane " well im going to get a drink from the stream ill be back " he said with a small smile before troting to the stream to take a long drink

(Lol okaaaaay)

Willow's voice was too quiet for West to hear, she assumed he'd be back later, she went back to Trigger "Hey, i'm going to head back to the herd" She said softly as she walked back

Ghost picked up his head as willow walked into the herd he snorted and stood there not knowing what to do

Dixie hobbled around, stumbling at the slightest thing. She told herself she was not going to lay down and expect him to just suddenly return. She shook her head. No. He was going to have to prove somehow that he actually meant what he said to her. Dixie lowers her head. +But he SAID he loves me... isn't that enough..?+ she sighed, lowering her head. She wasn't hungry, but her stomach was rumbling. She hobbled to the stream to soak her leg.

West cantered until he was gasping for air and his chest burned before dropping to a stumbling Trot, then a walk. He finally stopped, far, far from home, but so close to somewhere he dreaded yet used to call his real home. His homeland, where he was raised with his brave father and loving mother, where he was attacked by his merciless brother, where he watched his family die. This probably wasn't near where Mystery went but West was sure she could take care of herself... plus she wouldn't have left if for a reason, and he wanted to give her some time. He took a deep breath and walked forward again, cresting a small hill before laying his eyes on the fields he was raised in. The fields he had played in, the fields he made friends in, the fields he proved he was the fastest and strongest horse in, and the fields he had seen covered with his herd's blood. West hated Menace more than he ever hated any other horse. And that was a very strong word for him. He did not use it lightly. He slowly walked into the stretching grass, over to where he had always slept, then to where he had run races. Everything was stark of scent and the grass had grown back where so many hooves had pounded it had turned to dirt. Yet this wasn't his home. Back at the herd was his home. With Mystery, and Willow, and Ghost, and Macy, and Scarlet, and most of all... Dixie. The one horse he really regretted leaving. It wasn't like he talked to the others too much anymore. Willow had grown up and had stopped relying on him at all, so she had no reason to talk to him.. so she never did anymore. The other mares were much more closely knit to each other than anyone else. Mystery had seemed to be tentatively avoiding him. And Dixie... he had been a jerk, and he deserved to leave for a while for that. His only sadness was that it hurt her as well. West wished there was a way he could punish himself without hurting others. He sighed heavily, laying down in the long grass, and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off.