yoren
Colt - Mustang Crossbreed - red roan[ee aa Rr] - 15.2hh(wfg)
Momma hadn't said it was still going to be so cold. Bracing himself against her red legs, he shivered sightly at the winds that made it past her and ruffled his baby fluff. His large ears, awkward on such a small head, perked forward at his dam's heavy breathing. She'd been asleep for quite a while, which is possibly the reason why she hadn't told him much of his new home. Oh what he wouldn't give to crawl back inside her tummy and curl into the warmth there. With just him and mum, there wasn't much warmth between them. Even at a young age, he could smell others here, but mum had taken them far from the herd. He didn't know her reasons, but he was a mere colt and would not understand Neassa's need for privacy in such a delicate time.
with a soft sigh escaping his red lips, he turned to his mother belly, nose guiding him to her teats where his afternoon meal lay waiting. He sucked eagerly, tail flicking to and fro in complete happiness. It was while he was nursing when mum woke up, her brown orbs quickly going to the foal at her side. She'd never get any peace around him, even while he nursed, his pulling and tugging hurt. Wincing as he tugged at her for one last time, she alerted him to her presence with a gentle nicker and a nudge to his roan side. He peered up at her with big round eyes, as if caught doing something naughty.
Neassa only chuckled and shook her head. Yoren was quite weird at times. "Shall we go meet the others little one?" she murmured softly, eyes glancing past him toward a small hill that would lead them back into the clearing where the others were. Following his mothers gaze, Yoren hadn't needed much encouragement to get going, for he was already half way up the hill by the time his mother noticed. His child like squealing hurt her ears, but she was glad he was happy now.
He so couldn't wait! he was gonna meet the other horsies, and maybe there would be someone to play with. His eyes were gleaming happily as he came to the top of the snowy hill, but he didn't stop there and continued forward. Being a day old now, he should have taken it easy with pushing his legs so much, but not listening to that idea had caused his own red legs to buckle under him and send him tumbling down the slope, much to Neassa's dismay as she watched with wide eyes. At least he was on a soft surface, and not hard ground.
Somehow, the colt found the tumble fun, and his giggles could easily be heard. His tumble lasted for only a few minutes before he finally stopped, but it wasn't the lack of slope now that had helped him slow, it was simply someone's leg. He peered up at the new horse, eyes wide with fright. Will it eat me? his first thought was.
Don't give up because you're losing.
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