K1A1 nods as Freya confirms her understanding of the plan. She was glad that the mare was not the type to ask too many questions. K1A1 did not particularly enjoy overly inquisitive individuals. Watching as she trots down the hill, careful not to spook the beasts, K1A1 waits a moment for Freya to get into position before she moves. When Freya nods from afar, K1A1 begins.

She bursts forth, from a dead halt to a raucous gallop with a level of high intensity she reserves for moments like this. The Percheron mare is undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. As she comes charging down the hill, every muscle in her body tenses and releases, propelling her forward—her momentum tremendous. K1A1 locks her eyes on the four caribou, whose heads all shoot up from grazing, alarmed at the sudden onslaught of the large mare.

As they begin to dart away towards the bend where Freya is hiding, K1A1 lowers her head and gallops harder, hoping to see Freya rush out just in time and push these pesky caribou across the border once and for all.

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