In order to achieve a star has a infinite patience and unquestionable courage.
The Majesty, you look at the foot of the Rocky Mountains does the visions and dreams.
Hiking trails in the Valley, beyond the human presence of travel are at the gateway. Traces of the heritage and understanding of the visions of the few that have passed through.
Astraevs, named came after the God of stars, in the wilderness of the Rockies during only a foal; His never successfully accommodate his spirit, his self-determination, yet his raw power; at 18 hands, he would not behind made are. In the darkness and silence of the forest and the stars lead him the trail he knew he was home.
Now, years later break out of the tree line of the forest his movements were quick. Spring came, and done for many years as he had, he was below his flock to escort to the valleys. Did you know no fencing, no limits set; Their house was vast and free of people.
The Sun's rays clarified the hidden shadows as the herd passed the way in the direction of the valleys. Emerald ponds reflects the shadow sea eagles soaring above the snow cover the mountains stop long enough to rest and then disappear their venture on the West Coast, where she would meet the millions of salmon along the mighty Fraser River continues far beyond the Summit.
Astraevs stand up to the Crown of the head the ridge in the landscape. It was anxious to greet their destination a long winter and the flock. His eyes followed the fouls, and Colts, always wanting to stop and play, trot in rows of trees along the hiking. He observed strong mothers the trail, descending in their steps carefully. He knew that the way to this point would be safe for their journey; Ingot of berries and seeds, only draws the winter white OWL, nesting in the silence in the stump of the fallen Evergreen protect their young, which were settled deep in the trough.
At the end of the day she gathered with young in the midst of them; Remained Astraevs, standing alone, soldier on the highest Hill, mixed with the shadows, the roles you positioned the stone cliffs. The stars, its stars so bright that the Moon traveled their shadows. Silence travelled along the way. His courage is not questioned; his unwavering loyalty. Honorable for his tolerance for young, the old and the weak.
The flock moves continuously, day and night. In the distance, the silence of the forest was swallowed up by the sounds of the waterfall, the water on the stones crumble and carrying on in the spring ponds surrounded by valleys and where their home would make them, until the leaves fall, surrounding it.
Astraevs had selected two Colts, in size and maturity, to train to protect the herd now enough with it.
You are positioned on the perimeter of the stock, always catch the rays of the Sun, throw a kaleidoscope of colors by the shadow of the DOE to secure deep in the brush only hours keep old, lead in the dense forest, speckled with white spots, the transfer in all silence.
On the back of the springs roamed the mountain goats; Travel to know of the treasure of mineral deposits around the sources of their attention from above the tree belts from the mountains into the Valley.
As the days the Valley vegetation burst passing in colors with Tiger Lilies, there are numerous Crocuses, pastures and Daisy. The Evergreen in new colours of jade and Espen now fully in colors of sea of MOSS take roles in the breeze, their shadows at night under the stars strata.
The Valley was now the home of many new Colts and fouls, kid goats and the spotted calves, all rising and her mom page remain close.
Astraevs and the Colts remained separated from the Pack. Scents and sounds of the wolf packs in the distance and the grizzly tracks, around the springs training the young Colts towards courage and patience. You are no longer in the forest echoes Hunt, now to the top of the Astraevs.
Geweitermacht in the summer; Astraevs and the Colts, only a few times by a temporary mountain cat or families of trips into the forest Berry black bears challenged.
This evening fall as Astraevs of the Valley the herd away turned he look at to know the crop of colors, which lay on the ground that it would not, until the floor in the snow would be covered Gravity Defier waterfalls and above the cliffs until the following spring suspected remain would have an audience would offer never ending pattern of ever-changing colours and shapes against the snow covered springs.
Astraevs was pleased to know that he was back on the mountain, where he could rise to the peaks, which would reach the stars.
