She was a little hard on herself for getting so lost. Oda stepped through the tall grasses, her shaggy mottled coat standing out against the green. There seemed to be many others wandering about just as she, which comforted her but made her stress out just as much. She walked with head held high, ears back as if saying...
Try me.
Sure she was pretty guarded, but she had all right to be. Figures. Abusive sires tended to do that to a naive little filly that she was.
Not anymore.
Now she was a warrior in her prime, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Oda kept her blue eyes forwards as she tramped along, knowing better than to make eye contact with the stallions. They were nothing but trouble.