mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

Xiomara followed after the stud colt, her ears flicking forward curiously as her eyes looked over the cave before following him inside. The scents were strong of the family he spoke of, her age giving her knowledge that Ironclad was too young to understand just yet. “It must be extremely special.” she agreed, looking from the walls and to him once more. Reaching over her pink nose, she brought her soft lips over his ashen neck before ruffling his fuzzy mane. She would not be the one to ruin his innocence.


Moving closer, Xiomara brushed her roan side along his, standing there for just a moment before she reached around to give him a soft nip. Her blunt teeth were gentle, a playful gesture before she tossed her head and quickly trotted outside. Swinging her head around, her thick mane that lay parted on either side of her neck rose and fell with the motion. As she turned to wait on him, she struck out a foreleg in a paw that churned up the soil beneath.


Launching off in a lofty trot, the mare’s thick long tail waved with the same grace as each stride she made.