His name is Fosyl. As much as you want to pronounce it fah-seel, its technically pronounced like fossil. Fosyl was once a horse owned by the humans. His war-like attitude made him love his job. Until his human was shot right off his back with an arrow and a short, blue roan paint mustang pushed him away. He was forced to follow a herd of wild horses, lead by that pushy blue roan paint, Raindance.