Michonne

Little Bird was grazing lazily on one of the higher mountain tops of the Peak, a crisp wind blowing in ever so often to rustle her growing mane. The hay colored yearling had grown even more since her visit down to the Falls, leaving her coat a bit darker with small patches of nearly black hair now speckled all over her body. Her once mostly black mane had grown longer and had more pronounced blonde streaks in it, leaving her to look very interesting. The once pale legs had also gained a black hue which she had been able to notice whenever she bent her head. Little Bird wasn't sure if she was liking the changes or not, but most of the time she didn't even know anything was happening to her.

Lifting her head after grabbing a small mouthful of grass, she realized the herd she had once stayed around seemed to have lost many of the members. This slightly worried her, though the yearling assured herself that more would join their ranks at some point. Hopefully before the mountains were abandoned, but she was sure there was a very small chance of the Peak losing all of the mares. Letting her eyes skim over the hills and check out how the herd was doing, she let out a contented side. The few members still there were loosely spread around a lone tree that grown apart from most of it's brethren. The main path up the mountain was empty, no one had arrived recently and waited by the little open area. Little Bird wondered if those who were new simply stayed there because they did not want to get lost or were just waiting to see any living signs of the other mares. Over the other vast and little hills and plains her eyes traveled to see if anyone had indeed gotten lost. Not far off her eyes were drawn to a figure grazing far enough away from the herd to nearly lose them. Another redder figure was standing next to (what Little Bird assumed to be) the mare. Curiously, she swallowed her bite of grass and trotted off the little mountain peak she had been on.

The yearling was mostly drawn to the two figures because of the white marking she had spotted on the larger's rump. It reminded her of someone she had spotted before and she was wondering if it was who she thought it was. Picking up the pace a bit as she passed the main herd, Little Bird glanced over to see that one or two of the mares had lifted their heads to examine her trek to somewhere new. At least she had began to warm up a bit from the trot, the sun was barely able to keep her warm on it's own with the wind battling it. The hay colored yearling began to slow as the two she had been heading for came closer into sight, stopping at a safe distance while studying them. The older mare looked much like the pregnant and sickly mare she had met down in the Falls, her coat simply looked shinier and she looked much more healthy. Her belly was not swollen any longer, but Little Bird could guess that the filly standing a bit off from her was what was in it. The yearling moved her hind right hoof to let it rest it's tip on the rocky ground beneath her as she tried to figure out why the mare was not keeping an eye on her child.

"Hey," she finally said. "Do I know you?" Her muzzle pointed at the grazing mare and her ears perked up, her tail gently swishing behind her.

mare, buckskin roan, EE AA nCr Rr, 15.2hh wfg, volpe x governor.
played by bix.