12-24-2016, 02:08 PM
She watched, and replied a denial to her question. "Nor I." Priel says, auds flickering as a small movement, just near the other mare, but she saw nothing and assumed it a whisper of wind tricking her sensitive ears.
She started to turn away, as it was obvious she was not needed here. As usual. But she stayed, froze as a fourth scent appeared in her now-flared nostrils.
"Does anyone else smell a fourth horse?" She queries the other two, turning back towards them.
She started to turn away, as it was obvious she was not needed here. As usual. But she stayed, froze as a fourth scent appeared in her now-flared nostrils.
"Does anyone else smell a fourth horse?" She queries the other two, turning back towards them.