Alexander was on the outskirts of his herds lands,in a circle of beaten earth and galloping about the circle- at odd intervals he would jump and kick and twist about with a snort and a huff. He was working up quite the sheen of sweat as he worked, droplets flying as he reared and bucked. Occasionally he'd bare his teeth, snarl and appear to take a bite of the air. From any view point it must have looked quite strange as he was apparently fighting nothing and going about it quite zealously. With a scream like neigh he preformed a complex manuvere, skidded to a stop, and bucked kicking sideways and then stood still, huffing and puffing as he caught his breath.
As he took his break he was still, except for his eyes which were constantly scanning the area around both the earth and sky, a warrior at rest yet still vigilant. He relished these times when he was able to be alone, being the heir to an entire herd could be a tough job, but Alexander wouldn't have it any other way. He spent a great deal of time with his people, but solitude was valued, he could feel free,wild and and fierce.
