Sacred Spirit
Spirit cocked his head. "The dangers? Well, there are predators, the weather is paticularly harsh in winter, with the temperatures often dropping drastically and soaring in summer. There's also the normal quirks of an island, like the occasional quicksand pit, and there is only one main water hole, in the middle of the forest. There are the threat of other stallions and herds as well, and seeing as this is an island... " He cleared his throat slightly, looking at the mare. "There's nowhere to run."