Yael is a tall, imposing mare. She inherited her father’s temperament and his curled, horn-like ears, if not his thicker build. She is lean, dominant, but not quite as hot-headed as Fell. When he approaches her, she greets him with a vicious bite to his crest, and an affectionate whicker immediately after. Her amber-gold eyes glitter with mischief, and when Fell ducks his head to her heels to drive her, she responds with a vigorous buck.

She does let him drive her, but father and daughter both know it’s on her terms.

Fell takes the dappled russet mare to the space he knows Zurok has inhabited with his small herd. He makes his way straight in, halting once he can scent the second’s family close by. He can’t call, but Yael is clever and has guessed what Fell intends to do. She calls for the both of them, her voice a high, whistling note that carries through the trees.

Then they wait. Fell stands still, his ears swiveling to catch any sounds, Yael cocking a hind hoof indifferently with both reddish ears splayed lazily to the sides.

Her foal coat has long been shed, and her adult summer coat now gleams in the patchy sunlight streaming through the trees. She’s a dark, deep reddish-gold color, dappled softly, with inky black stockings and soft feathers. She’s slender, but not scrawny. Her eyelids are half closed over intelligent, watchful eyes. She swishes her dark tail at her heels, the sun-faded reddish tips just brushing the needle-laden ground. A small white snip vertically breaks the velvet black of her lips.

FELL

stallion. 16hh. black. marwari x. Rougaru x visurix.