Ver was getting older, he felt it more then ever as summer set in. The heat didn't really get to him but when fall came around he wound be turning ten. The thought of growing old and dying had never accrued to him but dying in general frightened him to no end. What was worse then dying to him though, was knowing that once he was gone no one would care for the Nombeko Plains. The plains meant everything to the stallion, they had offered him life when he was ready for death, and they had sheltered him through the years so that he could live even longer.
He was not about to let the plains die again. All his attempts to lure in mares, and even stallions, from the common grounds had turned up dry, but Ver was a very stubborn and headstrong stallion. If he couldn't get anyone from the common, then he would try everywhere else, and lower his standards a little. He had noticed in his searches that there were almost no coldbloods, something that worried him greatly.