For centuries the Mearas have freely roamed the plains of Rohan, only bowing before the kings and princes of the Rohirrim.
'The horse is acting strange as of late. He keeps staring to the south-east, always focused there. It's as if something is out there waiting for him, and he knows it.'
The horse appears to be staring off into the distance, as if he now knows where he needs to go.