10-02-2015, 03:02 AM
Her quirky little points swivel round looking for movement from anywhere. Still clumsy on her skinny legs the youngling is curious about everything. Well everything that daddy say's is a bad thing that is. Though her frame is recently filled, and her coat sleek with the on-coming warmth. New life, and pungeant scents of creatures waking from hibernation is still new and thrilling to the three year old. Having left her fathers care and struck out on her own, she was finding that the world has a lot more to offer than the strick old coot insisted on. She was beginning to wonder if her old man had ever left the nest or if he had stayed within the bounderies of his fathers land his entire life like a good little boy. Having reached an age where females are no longer welcome to stay at home without providing some sort of means of support, she found her hooves carrying her away from the borders like they had always wished to. At first it wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world, but now... So many new scents, colors, and sounds were attracting her, and they all seemed so harmless. How could he hate something like this if he had left the boders before? It was unfathemable to her little mind, so much space and so much she could do.