Mmmm clover, the little silver dapple thought as she happily munched on a rather green patch of it. She hadn't had anything so sweet in her old home, and not nearly as green and fresh. What simple pleasures in life she took. It was a normal day, a usual day for Wichita. One spent roaming the lands of the Gates seeing what new things she could find, new things she could see or learn about. Today was no different of course, though she wasn't currently doing much exploring with her mouth full now was she?
Shaking herself to rid of the insects that thought to rest on her backside, she looked up from her brunch. A scent had floated her way, a male scent,an unfamiliar male scent. This was not good news to Wichita, she still held a place of fear and resentment when it came to the opposite sex. So no surprise, she wasn't keen to be as accepting of this line-toer as she was the females from the Jungle that had visited not long ago. It was rather unfortunate that it wasn't just the scent that had crossed her path, for not far off she spotted the culprit at their borders. A massive black beast. He was standing just outside the lands, he was big. Bigger even than Voudou she might guess and he even favored the black mares breed a bit, with his size and deep black coat. She had hoped that he hadn't been too observant, as she tried to make herself invisible. She became a dark spot trying to conceal herself in the trees, watching with fear and curiosity. She hoped that soon one of her herd mates might approach, and provide her with a sense of security.