Put a muzzle on me and I'll spit in your mouth. (Maple) Posted on April 19, 2025 at 05:39:41 PM by Baba Yaga
Snow grew in height day by day. The branches it laid upon creaked and groaned under its weight. Soft flurries found their way through the towering pines and stuck to any creature caught outside of densely covered land. Little creatures and large ones played in the lovely fine stuff, but others of hooves nature hid under trees during the worst of days then picked through the knee high substance for sustenance on others.
Slowly flicking black rimmed ears forward, a draft mare let out a sigh as her swollen stomach shifted with each step she took. Muscles flexed under a long furred coat and eyes of a soft gold slowly blinked. Strands of black hair drug upon the snow, leaving little wispy trails as the mare named Baba Yaga headed out of her normal route and to a treeless section of the Forest.
With winter having come hard and the season at its apex, it was time to find a better source of food. Having ran low where she normally grazed, Baba Yaga was forced to search other locations. Being heavily pregnant however made this difficult. Her body showed the strain, not handling this well. Her eyes were soft but dull, showing the mental tax she had been put under. Never would she have guessed the winter could be so harsh with a pregnancy so new.
Creating a knoll, the shire cross mare looked out over the open expanse of meadow. Her ears perked up and a faint smile lined her lips, but their corners were slightly wobbly. Shaking her head to rid the sadness she tasted, the grey draft headed down and lowered her head. With one front hoof pawing at the snow, she began to search through the snow for sustenance. Maybe though, she would gain a companion while she foraged.