Hoshor Plains grow straight like a sapling

Anta snorted in disapproval with the stallion exhausting himself with his crazy bucks and wild jumps. She went back to graze again while he was giving his whole display. She noted the gleam of sweat through his thick winter coat. Another snort came from her. Her hoof scraped over the freshly fallen snow to make the grasses appear. 

She lifted her head when the golden boy approached her. He greeted her kindly with light touches. Her lip moved over his neck, giving him a soft tickle. She noticed his attention was not on her though and instantly had her teeth sunken into his neck. It was not an actual bite, more a good nip. Her tail flickered playfully behind her. She liked it when he admired her, because of course as the lead mare she should be admired.

"I assume we are staying here?," she asked him to be sure. She did not know these lands, so leading to fresh grounds could be difficult. Luckily these plains seemed wide spread. Though she did hope that somewhere along the foot of those mountains where some salt and mineral disposals. She would need the extra nutrients if this foal was going to live through winter.