08-28-2016, 01:23 PM
The winter is growing long, but the high cliffs shield them from the truly deep snow. Still, Njenyi loathes this season more than he’d ever imagined he could. Spring cannot come soon enough.
His harem is growing, both in number and in width, and the striped stallion knows that with the spring will also come his children. He has a few on the savanna, but they are proper foals, black and white like their mothers (and his own). Perhaps these will be as wildly colorful as their dams – he will protect them regardless.
Pot of Cream has not had an easy time of her pregnancy, so the spotted horse begins to look for her one sunny winter afternoon. He whickers loudly, calling her, but trudges through the snow in case she is some distance away as well.
His harem is growing, both in number and in width, and the striped stallion knows that with the spring will also come his children. He has a few on the savanna, but they are proper foals, black and white like their mothers (and his own). Perhaps these will be as wildly colorful as their dams – he will protect them regardless.
Pot of Cream has not had an easy time of her pregnancy, so the spotted horse begins to look for her one sunny winter afternoon. He whickers loudly, calling her, but trudges through the snow in case she is some distance away as well.