Jökulrós was in the middle of pestering her mother about going to crossing again, and hopefully getting the colt she’d met to play, when her brother’s call broke out across the area where the herd stood. She stopped a moment, leaning and twisting her head to look at what was going but ultimately she screwed up her muzzle and went back to pestering Jörmungandr. Her mother wanted her to stop being a pain and play with the rest of the foals so that was exactly what she wasn’t going to do.

The buckskin mare ignored her completely, seemingly better at this game and the filly huffed dramatically. She narrowed her eyes and glared relentlessly at her mother until Fleyri and Alexander’s voices caught her attention. Fine!

The tricolour filly took off after the speeding forms of her siblings only to slide to a halt when Alexander stopped to speak to the older filly.