Hirka was angry. Every bite of grass she took was snapping and ripping from the Prairie soil, while her tail whipped from hip to hip. The painted mare could not believe her stallion was such an idiot, or that Aura was so pathetic. Perhaps she should have stated she would go in the coward’s stead. Rather than trying to hide in the shadows, Hirka would have been such a nightmare for those Lagoon stallions, they would have willingly sent her home. At least her parents raised her with a backbone.


When Castillon approached, Hirka thought about purposefully giving him the cold shoulder. Instead, she lifted her head, ears pinned and expression clear to read. The painted mare hid nothing. “No, you don’t need to explain yourself.” She snapped. “But you don’t need to lie either. You won’t be back in the winter, unless you manage to win a fight with that bastard.” Maybe he needed to stay gone until he had gained that strength and experience. If he was to one day lead the Prairie, he wouldn’t be successful (in her opinion) if his only experience in life was living here.


“Don’t expect me to be here when you get back.” Hirka stated bluntly. “And I’m not going to explain myself, either.”

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mare | 15.3hhs | Ee aa nCh nT nSb

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