The Lost Islands
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She would give it time to tell if she would like it with this stallion. She always gave them chances, though his has already started out with a slash mark you could say. She moves going toward the ocean. Not really what she liked doing and he was right she hesitated lowering her head to the water as if she was sniffing or gonna drink it. She snorted as she finally moves into it.

Ears flat back as she faught against the water. She has swam before but not through the ocean and not in this much cold.She easily felt the change from being tolerable cold to being near intolerable. Steam left her nostrils as she kept her head above water.

She made it to shore not too long after him. She shook out her pelt. How did they make such a living in such a cold wasteland? Surely the grass here was not nutritious enough to sustain them. I wouldn't know, I can survive the cold, the snow but doesn't seem there could possibly be good enough food to sustain even oneShe snorted. It was not the cold or snow that scared her it was the food that scared her. She wouldn't do well if she didn't get enough and if he wanted a foal at any point well how could one survive on grass that was too cold to hold much nutrition?

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