Young Dante was in the back paddock, alert and focused. He knew something was going on in the front paddock, something that involved his big brother, but there’s no line of sight from the back to the font; the house, sheds and trees block it. Dante ran along the fence, stopped, looked, head high, ears pricked. The other horses weren’t bothered. Dante gave up worrying and went back to standing nearer the rest of the herd, but maintained some attention towards the noises - and no doubt smells - coming from the front.