Just as Allen had expected, communicating with the white horse went remarkably smoothly. Yet for some reason, Allen felt that the horse trusted him completely, without the slightest doubt about his promises, as though he were inherently worthy of trust.
Soon, on that cold morning, the two sides settled on an exceedingly simple agreement.
Allen would ensure that the entire herd survived this brutal winter. In the days to come, he would also protect them and provide a peaceful, fertile pasture where they could run freely.
In return, the herd would continue supplying adult horses to serve Allen. As long as it did not interfere with their breeding, they would do everything they could to help him. Even the white horse's son would join their ranks.
Looking at the colt, whose sleek, glossy coat shone as he studied Allen in turn, Allen laughed and said to those beside him, "What a strong, magnificent colt. I'll name him Gray Shadow."
The colt noticed Allen looking at him and understood his words. Perhaps dissatisfied with the name Gray Shadow, he turned his raised head aside, looking unwilling to be gawked at. Only Klethi could approach and stroke him.
Allen did not mind. He already had an Elves Horse every bit as fine as his companion. It would be good if the colt became Klethi's mount in the future.
After all, the fine horse named Sapphire was already fifteen this year. For an ordinary horse, old age was approaching, and it was time to retire.
Besides, Mearas were difficult to tame. Since this little gray horse had already accepted Klethi, anyone else would find it extremely difficult to ride him.
Still, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. Horses born from Mearas crossed with other breeds remained magnificent, their lifespans and