Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing, only there’s a winner.

The green mare does what she does best - avoid other horses, just by staring them down. Her run-in with the sick filly might be her downfall, or just grazing where someone sneezed. She couldn’t let it bother her; if this Plague would kill her then at least she wouldn’t have to deal with all the sickness and misery any longer. And if it didn’t, she figured some do-gooder would be running around healing people. Juuust has to wait and see and join the line. Nothing too bad about all this.

No, she refused to give in and panic. So, she stood among them yet aside from them, and patiently waited if she would catch a disease or not. Or, rather, didn’t want to think of it.

Munching on what was left of the brown winter grass of the meadow, she flicked her tail and pretended not to notice the spreading sickness.