Being washed ashore was NOT exactly ideal.
The spotted pony mare coughed and sputtered the salty water as she dragged herself up onto the sandy shore. The muscles trembled, her legs feeling like noodles after facing the longest swim of her life. But she still managed to make her way from the crashing waves, only stopping when she reached the soft lush grass. Not even bothering to shake the water off, the little mare collapsed down with a relieved sigh. A dangerous move, she knew, but in a situation like this she didn’t have a choice.
Ears and eyes alert, she snatched at the grass around her in hungry bites. From what little bit she could smell around the salt in her nose, this place was quite popular. Both stallion and mare lingered her, though the male smell was nearly offensive. Perhaps she would get lucky and the salt water would help hide her scent from those nasty brutes while she recovered. She didn’t know if she could stand, much less be bullied by a stallion back to his home.
Lace
13.1hhs – 2yrs old – british spotted pony – bay leopard |