Lace was about to snatch another bite when a shadow suddenly loomed over her. Pausing, she looked at the shadow a moment before she turned her head to look up. The stallion that stood there wasn’t very old. But of course, neither was she. At first, she could do nothing but stare with a mouth full of grass, before pinning her little ears in the mass of mane she had as she finished her bite and swallowed.
“You’re blocking the light, Yngvar.” She said crankily but didn’t try to get up. Lace knew her legs would still be shaky and weak, and he didn’t need to see her weak like that. It seemed her hope of not being spotted so quickly was out the window. Now she had to play the one in control, as if she wasn’t really the one in the mercy of the stranger.
“I suppose if you’re going to stand there, you can call me Lace.” The spotted pony mare added, before turning her gaze away from him to snatch a few more hungry bites of grass. It had left the area around her, within her reach anyways, bare of anything else to eat. She wished she could get up to get something to drink and more to eat, but her legs weren’t ready just yet.
Lace
13.1hhs – 2yrs old – british spotted pony – bay leopard |