He noted the sudden backward turn of the mare’s ears and the casual but intentional way she turned her body to block the filly from his view. Kendry supposed he still smelled like the bachelors, but a quiet memory of the stallion who appeared in the Prairie and attacked his dam slid through the back of his mind even as he turned his own ears to the sides and cocked a hind hoof. All the perlino could do was express goodwill through his body language, and of course through conversation.
The dun filly peeked around the mare’s chest to look at him, and Kendry tipped her a wink. The foal’s question made him smile. Kids are so cute, he thought as he flicked his ears toward the mare, still curious whether or not the two were a mother and daughter pair. He was relieved to see her ears had lifted a bit as she answered his question, and the accent on her tongue widened the pleased expression on his face. “Thanks much,” he said. His eyes shifted to the filly but he spoke to both horses when he offered, “They’re called feathers, kiddo— just a bit of natural decoration. My dam’s got ‘em, too. Have you met her? She looks a lot like me, only much prettier. Name’s Marlena.” His gaze moved back to the mare at this point. “She sound familiar to you at all?”
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