Winter. Such a bland time of year. The cold chill managed to slither through fluffy coats and make strands of hair freeze if they were too close to the water. A little filly, barely six months old found herself playing close to the water's edge. The dunskin pintaloosa filly was full of fire this morning, her tail arched as her frame moved steadily in a prancing like motion. She was here for just fun, her mind wandering as she chased the same Little Rock she had been kicking all morning.

Being a draft mutt, she held a bit of heaviness to her bones, but being so young there wasn't much bulk to her to begin with. Her bright eyes danced as the rock in front of her rolled closer to the water. It's little shiny form rolled and rolled until Snapdragon stared at its lost form in the waves. Snorting, the little filly moved into the water to once more kick it out onto dry land. Horses loved to play as young kings, one thing that was hard to fight against. With no one around to play with, Snapdragon entertained herself with her rock.

Looking up at the chirping of a bird, Snapdragon eyed the open area around her for a second, neck arched up and a snort escaping her nostrils. She was not one to spook easily so she just rolled her eyes and went back to kicking the rock around. Her hooves danced over the sandy beach, not a care in the world. Who knew who would end up coming after the stray six month old filly, but she didn't really care. The more she played, the more ruckus she caused all on her lonesome.