She was little, only a few months old, barely old enough to want to wander...but only so far. Karaugh was bold for her age though and she had no interest in following any direction her mother gave while she wasn't watching. Say she had bad character, say she had "no home training," say whatever you like Karaugh didn't care, and she sould do as she pleased. She moved away slowly from the shadowy corner where her mother slept, slowly placing each hoof as to not wake her, she could rustle no leaf, snap no twig. Mother would be on her so fast if she knew her little filly was sneaking away. As soon as she was far enough she bolted, laughter on her features, thrilling glee from pulling off her little trickery. It was a big deal for a little kid you know, to get away with these things. Kraugh was on top of the world.
Bay body leaped through the air, dark hoofs flying out in bucks and crow hops as she celebrated her freedom. She chased insects and stomped the twigs pretending she was a great fighter in the war. She was young but she had heard of the war happening in the lands- She didn't know exactly what it was, but she say to horses fighting through the trees as mother forced her off to safety. The bay filly didn't want to leave the sight, it was fun to watch. As a child, she was completely engrossed in her playing, with no one to tell her to be careful, or to mind her manors, or whatever else mother nagged her about. She was sure to get in to trouble but the idea thrilled her. She seemed to thrive on the idea of giving the adults a hard time. But ofr now she continued to leap and play, fascinated with her freedom.
Karaugh