The warmth wraps around her, a single breath of wind tugs at her ebony tresses. The queen quietly observes the few horses that mill around, the musky scent of breeder hangs heavily in the air. It seems on these islands that they are more common occurence then she is used to. In her homeland the breeders were secluded to one side of the island, where once a year, one exceptional specimen was selected. They were only used for their seed, then sent back to seclusion.
A single ear swivels in half interest, as a loud colored breeder draws her eye. A perfect example of why breeders were only fit to be chosen to breed, this one showed weakness with every limping step. She watches, half bored as he lays himself in the frigid water. She figures that he would soon succumb to his wounds.
She flicks her silver tail casually across her roan sides chasing away any biting fly that choose to land. She cocks her hind hoof casually and lazily as she studies the other inhabitants of these islands. It seems as if she has come across some kind of common area. The queen's gaze is caught once again by the breeder as he stands and makes his way to the shallows. Shame, she had hoped that there would be one less breeder on these Islands.
With a sigh, she drops her teeth to the tender shoots of grass at her hooves. She rips them from the dirt and chews contently.
Buckskin Roan Appaloosa - Andalusian Mutt - 15.1 hh