The wind battered her; salty mist filling her eyes from the rising waves. Yet still the mare struggled; kicking and churning her legs in the boiling water. Her heart hammered in her chest, lungs panting for air and energy waning from her constant fight to stay alive. The storm still raged when the sea finally spit the mare up onto a rocky shore line. Her legs were wobbly as she climbed up from the water’s grasp, the salt filled liquid rolling down from her flesh onto the ground and back to the sea. As she lifted her head, lightening filled the dark night sky and she could see ahead where the waves crashed against a rocky cliff. At least she had made it here and not there, or her struggle for life would have been useless.


Body shaking all over from the colder temps upon this new and foreign land, Wren searched for anything that would provide shelter. But it had not escaped her the smell of other horses as she drew in each rattling breath. Maybe they would find her, help her? The delicate mare would gladly greet them, hoping for their warmth and hospitality. The idea of them being unwelcoming or cruel never entered her mind. But what did, was how exhausted she was starting to feel.


Knowing better than to lay down on the cold unforgiving ground, Wren found a thick tree. Turning her butt towards it, the mare dropped her head and pinned her ears. It provided some wind block for the shivering wet mare, but it certainly would not get her warm.
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