Sleepy Fox Hollow king of the hill

No, his treatment was not just - the girl was well aware of that. She had been birthed in that herd, masses of horses of all different ages swarming together so ferociously that it had been difficult to keep track of everyone. Perhaps that's why it made it easier to sneak out and escape the breaches of the herd she had once called home - and it had been, at one point. In all honesty, Alaska wasn't entirely sure when it had turned to feel less like a home and more like a requirement; she longed to run. Run and feel the wind through her mane, her hooves pounding on the ground- oh bother, they would say to her mother who had shielded her from the scrutiny of realistic stares; how is she the lead stallion's daughter? the girl dreams too much! Her mother had died a year prior and her father had not been the same since.

So all eyes turned to her.

And she fled because that's all she was good for, right? The terrain changed dramatically as she fled as quickly as possible - the fewer eyes that had the chance to see her fleeing from her responsibilities, the better. Alaska felt the guilt seep into her heart; was it selfish of her to do this? It was already done. The grass turned to sand, to rocks, to hills before returning to grass again and, for a moment, as the girl followed him, she wondered if he would ever stop. What was she expecting out of this? Following after him like a filly closing the distance to her mother? Ears twisting in anxiety, she snorted loudly as he finally ended his pursuit in fleeing and instead rearing and stamping his hooves like an overgrown foal. 

For a moment she just stared before looking back - miles and miles behind her, her herd roamed. Panicked, no doubt - her father furious, worried. Could that stallion ever be worried? She doubted it. Brown eyes flickered back in front of her as she continued down the cragged path, stones rolling down and undoubtedly giving away her position (if he hadn't already been aware of it before.) "What they did to you was cruel, Hakai." 

Yes, she was aware of his name and his status and his want to be accepted - it had also become apparent to her how messed up Redsand Canyon had turned out to be; but he should not have been exiled, even if he had fibbed. Her empathy that seemed to pass on from her mother to her had always been extremely apparent in situations like these. If wolves and sharp-toothed creatures were around, she could not let him or any other horse for that matter face them alone.

She slowed her trot before finally pausing, uncertainly.