Once standing, Styrke only by instinct reached his head under his mother. Everything was so weird and new to the colt, instinct seemed to be his only guide besides his mother’s gentle touch of direction. The milk the filled him was energizing, making his weary body stronger the longer he stood upon his hooves. It was getting easier, no longer rocking back and forth as he tried to stay standing.
A sudden black shadow intruded upon his vision and he jerked his head out from under his dam. Whirling his head around so that his golden eyes landed upon El Aran, Styrke flicked his ears forwards towards the lead mare. Her greeting had not been heard nor did he understand who she was. Instead he only wished her to go away so that his mother would continue to groom him and he could continue to eat. As it seemed though both mares had a separate idea from his and soon he was following along behind Alexa. Ears swiveled back, he looked down upon the ground to where he was stepping. This walking business was a lot harder than standing and several times the shifting sands nearly toppled him over. But the colt kept his hooves under him and trudge along behind them.
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