The first moment my hoof touched the ground, I was ensnared. Hundreds if not thousands of them rose around me, beckoning me to join them. Who was I to refuse? There was certain protocol to follow though, which involved a binding ceremony. I was to put on a wreath of their sacred flowers that they had woven by hand and then I was to sleep in their circle for 24 hours. Of course, ample time was spent frolicking amongst the circle as well, however I was to begin to blend into the group. They told me that I won't be able to blend in entirely, so I will have to settle for a spotted pelt when I'm older. I could have laughed out of sheer joy at the moment! I could care less about what colour I would be, I was just happy that I had a real family, one that wouldn't abandon me like Mama had done. Mama had left me and I had found somebody who was willing to take me in and keep me warm during the winter, teach me the secrets of the forest and help me reach adulthood successfully. The world seems so much brighter and happier now.

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Insert imaginary non-existent picture of Samorn rearing with wings sprouting. Or phantom wings, haha. I think I've come up with a suitable concept for Samorn. Just pelt for now, still not decided on other details, haha. If you haven't figured it out, click the thumbnails for larger images :]