08-02-2015, 02:56 PM
Jacque’s head shot up in surprise. His ears flicked forward, and his head shot up. He had been daydreaming, and with only one functional eye losing focus is dangerous for a prey animal. Despite being in the depths of the forest, where his shimmering dark bay coat was perfect camouflage, he still had to keep his wits about him so that he was not wounded by a predator and did not accidentally irritate a territorial stallion. He was both physically and mentally exhausted after his long journey over fairly rough terrain and he was eager to find a place to rest, or somewhere that he could stay.
Since his exile from his previous herd, four years ago, Jacque had never joined a herd as he had always felt that he would be a burden upon the lead stallion, however now this was beginning to change. He was starting to feel much more comfortable in his own abilities and was starting to crave companionship. He had not had a friendly relationship with anyone for almost a year, and he was beginning to feel that he was going to go insane unless he took some steps to rectify that.
The noise that had alarmed him soon piqued his interest; a stream, leaping over smooth pebbles and making its way down the gentle slope that he had just climbed. Within a few moments of noticing this, he glanced upstream and noticed a spectacular set of falls supplying the stream. As he reached the bank, he looked around to survey the area and check for danger, before bowing his head to take a long, cool drink from the stream’s clear water and quenching his thirst.