What's not to love?

Aakuddn paced over the dry desert sand. It crunched loudly under his draft feet, and the sound of that reminded him of the ringing sound of power. Oh yes, he knew power. This land owned power. It was a regal place, a place that only the best and brightest horses could live. It did not surprise him that there wasn't another soul here. He was the best and brightest. Being the best was what he did best. And although this place with it's elegant yellow white sand and dry cacti and joshua trees was not his home, it felt like it. Though this place was different from the other two places he had ever liked enough to call home, this one felt best. He grinned, from the steamy South American jungles of North Peru to the icy winter land of North Canada, where snow coated the ground day and night, never stopping, always comming down, and it had been oh so wonderful. He missed it. It shocked him that he had traveled from there to here. He sighed to himself. He shouldn't get carried away over such little things. He was alone here, and this place felt like a home. Well it should be. He shot up on his hindquarters and shot out his challenge. This land is mine, and should anyone object just come and try to take it from me. He came down hard on his front legs, spraying desert sand, with a loud crunch. Point made.he thoughtAnd made oh so well. Life is good Aakuddn. Very good.