05-12-2016, 11:41 PM
Sreva was never sure which season was her all-time favorite. Each one had its ups and downs, just like the mare. Winter was cold, but it had beautiful scenery. Spring had weather that was in-between, so it was unpredictable, but a beautiful time of year for creatures and plants alike. Fall was the start of the cold, and served as a warning for the animals to prepare for the worst of it in a few months. This helped Sreva find a place where there would be easier-to-find food she could get her teeth on when the grass would begin to die off.
And then, there was summer. Oh the everlasting joy of the hottest season of the year. What bad things could be said about summer? Sreva could think of so many that she'd lost count trying to list them all.
For example, today, the sun was really beating down on the meadow, so much so that the mare's muscular body was sweating profusely, her mane sticking to her skin thanks to the sweat she was accumulating. Shaking her head as the mare cantered on, heading for the lake she knew was in the area, Sreva mentally went over what had happened to her the last two weeks she had been here.
Beyond fighting off a few stallions that had tried to claim her and running away from those she could outpace, it had been relatively quiet. No doubt that would change soon, when the seasons changed, so, for now, the pintaloosa mare would enjoy the peace.
Skidding to a stop as she reached the lake, kicking up some dirt and grass as she did, the mare caught her breath before lowering her head to take a few deep drinks of water from the lake. Enjoying the cool liquid as it soothed her parched throat, the mare repeated the act several times before moving to stand under a nearby tree to gain some shade, wanting to rest before searching out a place to rest for the night.
And then, there was summer. Oh the everlasting joy of the hottest season of the year. What bad things could be said about summer? Sreva could think of so many that she'd lost count trying to list them all.
For example, today, the sun was really beating down on the meadow, so much so that the mare's muscular body was sweating profusely, her mane sticking to her skin thanks to the sweat she was accumulating. Shaking her head as the mare cantered on, heading for the lake she knew was in the area, Sreva mentally went over what had happened to her the last two weeks she had been here.
Beyond fighting off a few stallions that had tried to claim her and running away from those she could outpace, it had been relatively quiet. No doubt that would change soon, when the seasons changed, so, for now, the pintaloosa mare would enjoy the peace.
Skidding to a stop as she reached the lake, kicking up some dirt and grass as she did, the mare caught her breath before lowering her head to take a few deep drinks of water from the lake. Enjoying the cool liquid as it soothed her parched throat, the mare repeated the act several times before moving to stand under a nearby tree to gain some shade, wanting to rest before searching out a place to rest for the night.