11-19-2015, 08:25 PM
She was nothing other than wary. New sights, new smells - there was much for the mare to take in, and little time to process. Being continually on the move left her rather tired but nonetheless determined to keep travelling. She'd passed herds, briefly, but had kept her distance, an uneasiness washing over her if she got too close. So she kept wandering, her legs growing tired and her body covered in dust, but she refused to stop until she felt she was at least somewhat safe. She paused briefly at a watering hole as she passed it, taking a long drink as her forelock fell over her eyes, briefly obscuring her view, hiding from sight anyone who may care to approach.