Rufina hadn't expected anyone to find her so soon. She had hoped to hide away in the thick bushes but it seems that the approaching horse caught sight of her as she did so, or maybe the horse heard her laughter. Should have been more quiet, she grumbles in her head.

She slowly pulls herself out of her hiding spot, pouting at the painted stallion. "You weren't suppose to find me," she states, stepping closer to him. He seemed like a nice guy. Mama said you could easily tell a good horse from a bad one. Well she guessed that's what her mother said. Rufina wasn't interested in learning.

"Is this your place?" she goes on to say, looking all wide eyed as she looks at the trees all around them. "The prairie doesn't have this many trees, just lots of long grass to get lost in." She looks over her shoulder, the way she came in, but returns her attention back to the stallion.

"I'm Rufina by the way," she grins up at him, her small tail giving a happy little wag.