The cross is inevitable.
The son has the advantage for now, but less skilled than the father.
Exceeding the ligaments of the neck.
If he manages to cut them, the white will die.
In these mountains, a small primitive horse still lives in an almost wild way.
The potioc lives in harem.
About twenty pairs with their hens and only one male.
The horde of Dubas is led by an experienced pair.
His stallion, the white, is proud and possessive.
Sometimes his impulses rise to his head.
All his hens are full.
Not a single one agrees to offer herself to him.
It's impossible to submit hens that no longer want.
He wants other hens, and he knows where to find them.
In this canton, there have been two hordes since the Enlightenment.
The Dubas and the Uo.
The white was born up there, but he had to leave.
Up there, there are many hens, but they are the property of a powerful stallion
that has been ruling there without sharing for eight years.
The black is a mature male,
reconciling as long as you don't touch his harem.
He lets his hens wander where good seems to them.
As a result, the horde of Uo is much more peaceful.
And this calm will not last.
The white now has only one idea in mind.
To challenge the Uo's talons, to steal one or two females from him,
maybe even to take his territory and his herd.
In his veins, flames of desire flow.
He knows that the black is no longer very young.
He relies on his vigor and his fuga to overthrow him.
In reality, the black he is about to face
is his own father.
This morning, he feels that the world belongs to him.
And by his ardor, he wants a twin.
And right away.
His son has the advantage for the moment,
but less cunning than the father.
With his teeth, the ligaments of the neck.
If he manages to cut them, the white will die.
The young is far away.
The white is not afraid of rain or wind.
But his father remains stronger than him.
He will have to settle for his horde,
accept to wait for spring to cover his twins.
He will return up there, and he will win.
A legend tells that the rhythm of the gallop of his little horses
inspired the music of the men of this Basque country.
The Potioc continue today to print from their shoes
our mountains of the Atlantic.
The animals that inhabit our lands have fabulous adventures to tell us.
They live there, very close to us, sheltered from our gaze.
They travel immense distances above our heads.
They help each other and form friendships.
Men and women share their lives.
How do they manage to seduce,
to educate their young,
to conquer territories?
They metamorphose and acquire unsuspected powers.
They draw from the highest mountains to the shores of our oceans.
Here are the most beautiful stories of this wild world that surrounds us.
