Crow had let out a squeal at the stud colt’s nip and quickly reached over to return the gesture before kicking up her heels and spraying the sand behind her. The hard pull of the golden grains was much different than the stone surface of the Ridge that had kept her hooves filed down and she nearly lost her balance before she changed her weight position to compensate for the difference. Tipping her shoulder away the dark filly ducked away from the pale boy and tossed her head in a playful manner as she did so until those dark eyes landed upon the stallion that was making his way over to them.




Stopping dead in her tracks the young filly couldn’t help but just stare at him wide eyed as he approached. Adrenaline still raced through her veins but fear never crossed her mind as her youthful gaze traveled unashamed across his bold colored pale coat. The spots upon his rump intrigued the filly and she wanted to trace them and see if the hair felt any different at each color.




“My name is Crow” she piped up quickly when the golden stallion spoke to Elliot despite his eyes staying locked upon her. She wasn’t about to look away from him either, her ebony gaze much like the bird she was named after as she peered up after him. Taking a step forward she extended her muzzle in hopes that he would exchange breaths with her, curiosity eating away at her with a million questions she wanted to ask him. But for now she stayed quiet as she waited for his acceptance.