With the temperatures beginning to drop a little and the nights growing longer, a few of the smaller, crowded trees were already beginning to brown on the edges of their leaves. The buckskin mare knew what the changing of the seasons meant and was already beginning to feel the shift. She was already beginning to seek Lyden out more often but soon after would do all she could to keep away from him. Hormones were a bitch.

Today, she stood, enjoying the last remnants of summer, up to her knees in the crystalline water of the stream. Jökulrós was off playing with her siblings no doubt and the buckskin was happy to get some peace and quiet for a change. Things had settled down considerably in the forest herd and she was glad to not have as much to worry about. She had not seen much of the sisters, but she still smelled their scents amongst the pines.

A warm breeze billowed softly through her ebony mane as she dipped her head down to take a sip of the clear water. This is how it should be every day.