Typical the woman doesn't wander too far off from the herd...but you have to have a herd first in which to wander from. Perhaps that is why she lemon yellow roan has managed to find herself in the meadow. She isn't quite sure if she wants to pair off just yet so why not take a little r&r for herself? Here it was warm. Here it was safe. The scent of fall was nipping on the warm breeze which means the season of estrus was near.
Light hued nails move the Abstang form among small clusters of horses. Each engaged and chatting away merrily. Astrah looks among the groups until she sees one consisting of a male and a few females. Frame nears as lobes flicker forward indicating her interest and a large warm smile covered the whiskered maw. "Hello!" She hopes she isn't interrupting but by the look of things the equines are participating in a friendly conversation. Their demeanor's are warm to the eye but of course Astrah had no qualms about scooting along if she wasn't wanted. "I'm Astrah...hope to not interrupt but this looks like a friendly group..."
Honey colored pools shift to each face for acceptance. The small gentle smile remains on her lips in hopes to join the little gathering. It was hard to be alone sometimes.
astrah
yellow roan daughter of cajun and green with envy