Hoshor Plains it was red

Mallow stuck close to Selenia as she settled into the new groove of the herd. She was initially on edge, unsure of what the day-to-day would look like, but she soon adjusted. Like her sister, there was a change to her demeanor; her eyes were bright again, her coat shiny and unkempt from the wind, and there was often a smile on her face. 

Life was good despite the circumstances that brought them here.

While Selenia whinnied and searched for their family, Mallow kept an eye on the bison herd. She often liked to tease them, prancing about and circling them until she struck a nerve, but today, with her sister nearby, she kept her distance from them and lent her voice to the search.