She stood on her tundra, muzzle down as she nosed the cold dirt for grass. The days were beginning to shorten, and she could already feel how the land grew colder. The ever-present wind gusted over the mountains and down into her flat home, whipping her mane and tail against her body as she braced against it. She thought the summer grass was bad, but now she shuddered at the thought of winter grass. Her ear flicked after the wind had calmed down. She could hear something in her land.

She lifted her head and immediately spotted what was making all the noise. A dark horse, not tall, but largely built, galloped through her land. It was close enough that she could see the pieces of dirt flying from the impact of the hooves pummeling the ground. Her ears flicked back. Too many strangers had come into her land without her permission. She was sick of it.

She cantered towards the newcomer, slowing increasing her speed to match the other's as she drew up parallel to the dark stranger. She was close enough to feel the heat of their body, and her nostrils flared as she snaked out her neck to nip at the mare's shoulder. "You're mine," she cried, snaking her neck down low and increasing her speed to herd the mare to one of the nearby water pools.

A perfect solution, in her mind.