The Lost Islands
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The Wayward life



Hannah in the back of her mind chastised her self about following someone you just met. They could just be using you as a bargaining chip. But Hannah had always trusted too much. Her large stomach however; also made her not want to be alone so following him was really no question for her.

She was able to keep up with him and ate on their stops and drank water when she needed to. Of course sometimes it was snow she munched on for the moisture. It wasn't long before he stoped and sent out a call. She had noticed an increase in scents here. Someone's territory. Not his as he made a call. Her ears began to twitch this way and that listening.

Her whole body on a lert and ready to flee if she need to. For the safe of her unborn foal she would run like the devil was at her heels if anyone came threatening toward them. She kept close to her new friend without a word. One would indeed think them a couple, think this stallion was her foals father. She didn't really care, the father wouldn't get ot meet his foal anyways so if she stayed with him he would by all means look to be the father.

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