The palomino mare couldn’t believe she allowed herself to be so vulnerable. How dare he take advantage of her like that? The moment the stallion moved away from her she had sent a harsh kick in his direction and took off galloping from the meadow. She found her path and took off up the side of the mountain. Her muscles tensed, over working themselves as they carried her frame across the rocky terrain. Her light colored mane and tail flowed in the wind as she took each step. As she made her way up the mountain the temperature dropped. She breathed in the cold air. The path began to be slippery with a slight covering of snow.

The palomino mare’s eyes were wide with fright and she wasn’t thinking as she made her dash up the mountain. She slipped on a rock and fell down on her knees. She caught herself before going completely down. She stood still for a moment as her knee began to throb with pain. She sighed. She knew she was almost to her destination. She carefully picked her path as she walked with a limp.

Her coat carried the scent of a stallion. Unfortunately she never caught his name however she would never forget what he looked like. She hoped she wouldn’t end up with a baby out of this ordeal. She would, however, get revenge for what he had done. Time was all she needed.

She came to a stop as she made it. She looked around. She knew the filly was around here somewhere, she called out to her, and Skylar. She favored her injured leg as she stood there waiting for one of them to appear.