The Lost Islands
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Smoke rings in the dark

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Wynne had been slightly surprised at the stallion’s retreating aggression. It had been the only thing she had seen from him since his arrival, but she was sure it had something to do with her own behavior as well. With Ash at her side she had not been the friendliest but it was to be expect from any real mother and she felt the male did not hold that against her. If he had then surely he would not be allowing this of her now.


Moving out at a trot once more it was not long that Wynne picked up her daughter’s scent. It was fresh and the mare’s heart soared with renewed vigor, but up ahead she could see the trees thinning. A new territory she had yet to explore but even before she reached the edge did the mare stop. Upon the breeze that drifted to her nares she picked up the scent of another stallion and herd. Indecision crept into the mare and for a moment she could not decide what to do. Ash was close, she knew that. The girl would hear her mother’s cries should she release them, but Wynne remained silent. Ash would be better off with another herd, away from the quiet stallion who accompanied her now. She would follow the scents and find the horses that resided out in the open without the trees to stall her wanderings. Wynne had taught her to feel and not fall within the ditches and waterways of the forest, surely the open grasses would be easier than the maze she had been born within.


With a snort the mother dropped her head slightly as her ears brushed her poll but not in anger. Sadness filled the blue depths of her eyes but she did not mourn long. Within a few heart beats she turns her back to the thinning trees to look upon the man she had promised her loyalty. She did not smile to him or try to explain her ending search as she flicks her ears forward to him. Instead she placed her head only slightly lower than his to show her submission to him where as earlier she had forced her head higher than his to show she would not back down. Wynne was ready to go and would follow him wherever he may lead her now.



Wynne
mare | 9yrs | 18hhs | Grey (black) sabino

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