Alsandre usually stayed close to Shuckles, his mother often got worried when he wondered off. No doubt worried he may not return. He adored his adoptive parents, both of them had cared for him lovingly since they had found him as a filthy and lost foal in the woods. He adored how they didn't care if he was neither harpy of a regular soquili breed. Roaming through a more open area of the woods by a field he made a sharp turn and darted into the field, running fast he imagined what it would be like to simply have wings and take off into the air. A childish thought but having feathers made one wonder these things.
Slowly he came to a stop, breathing a bit heavy he gazed around the area looking for signs of others, interested to see what the day had to bring as the sun was just beginning to rise off in the horizon.
