Hoshor Plains Lichen

The filly’s short, curly tail flicked in circles as she was nudge, and she cow-kicked as she drew her head back from her dam’s flank. Briefly, she appraised her mother’s expression, noted how she nudged the limping mare, but just as she ducked her head to go for another drink, the sorrel began to push them around again. 

She tossed her head indignantly, but moved along at her mother’s side, step high and ears flicking. While she didn’t understand why it was that they were on the move, her instincts drove her to obey, and follow the herd leader’s direction.