Jökulrós squinted at the two figures before her, jumping slightly at the sound of her father’s nicker. Where the hell did he come from she thought to herself, tilting her head at the other two horses. Probably the same as them she concluded in her head, wondering where her butterfly had gotten too during all the commotion.

Pulling herself hastily, and clumsily, to her feet, she ignored the adults in favour of the filly who was about her age. The filly was paler than Alexander, the brother she often played with, and she wondered where the girl had been hiding all this time. She extended her muzzle to her sister and proceeded to nudge her when the girl did the same to her. A sly grin found her lips as she realised this filly would make a good playmate; they could run circles around Alexander!

Obviously sensing that they could have fun, the filly took off up the bank and Jökulrós followed with an enthusiastic buck as she splashed through and out of the water. Prancing forwards, she reached out to nip to pale girl’s barrel and the pranced away a few steps, tail flicking back and forth eagerly.