04-21-2016, 11:06 PM
The blue roan swished her tail and chewed nervously. The breeding season was upon them and briefly she wonders if he wanted to breed her. She was four now, going on five, and still had never foaled. "I.. would really just like a normal herd life." He seemed accommodating, but there was going to be time to trust him. "And where is it you call home?" By now her ears had moved into a more relaxed position, but her head was still held high. A stallion of his stature could easily force her into his band if he wanted.