Knaught strolls along the river bank, watching the sun set over the horizon. Being nearly two years old, his black and purple apply spots have become more pronounced. While he still feels like a young colt, he has realized he needs to start to figure out where he stands in the herd.
The plague has come and gone. For the first time in a long time, he feels peace. Serenity, almost. As he walks along the river bank, he stops and looks at his reflection staring back at him. He sighs deeply and shakes his neck with r. his long, knotted, black mane shaking against his neck. He sometimes wishes he can hide under his mother’s tail like used to be able to. It always felt safe. He reminds himself that the days of fearing for his life are over.
The plague has come and gone. For the first time in a long time, he feels peace. Serenity, almost. As he walks along the river bank, he stops and looks at his reflection staring back at him. He sighs deeply and shakes his neck with r. his long, knotted, black mane shaking against his neck. He sometimes wishes he can hide under his mother’s tail like used to be able to. It always felt safe. He reminds himself that the days of fearing for his life are over.