Kinter the two month old hybrid makes her way around the so called adoption center- with every step a sound of gravel and rocks move out of under her hooves. Her pace slows until she stops- her ears twitch before she continued her pacing.
Kinter hoped to get adopted soon- yet she knew the idea was far fetched. What did the word even mean? She often though to herself, and she soon walked up to a birch tree nuzzling her white head on the tree.
Kinter hoped to get adopted soon- yet she knew the idea was far fetched. What did the word even mean? She often though to herself, and she soon walked up to a birch tree nuzzling her white head on the tree.