Talia
As she grew accustomed to the cold, Talia’s mild shivering faded until the only way her body acknowledged the chill was to keep a dull ache in her bones. As far as she could tell, only two horses lived here, a stallion and a mare, but their scents were unfamiliar to the blue spotted girl.
She wandered a bit as she waited for an answer to her call, but stayed close enough to the water that she could see it through the trees. Soon enough, the thumpetting of hooves announced the arrival of -- she took a quick sniff at the air -- the male inhabitant of the territory. He was a handsome brownish paint, and she gave a small, wary whinny of greeting, though surely her earlier call was greeting enough.
She could tell his attention was on her injuries, but she took no notice. He stopped next to her, stomping his front hoof. She flicked her ears, studying him for a moment while she ignored his commands. He didn’t seem aggressive, but he also was not shy, which was good; still, she kept a suspicious eye on him as she finally took a step in the direction his body herded her in.
As she stepped farther into the trees, she caught sight of the female inhabitant. Talia noticed the other mare looked a bit like herself with her spots, though there were some differences. The other mare had a simple cap of spots on her rear, while Talia was painted blue and white with a handful of black spots scattered on her flanks and rump. The blue mare approached the grulla, reaching out her muzzle in greeting before turning her head to look at the stallion.
"Well?" she asked. "Where to, Mister Stallion? I don’t suppose you’d let me stay awhile, I’d rather not continue running away in my current condition." She cocked her delicate head and waited; she hadn’t heard him speak yet. "May I know your name?"
MARE : SIX : PASO FINO MIX : BLUE ROAN PINTALOOSA : 14.3HH