Hoshor Plains it was red

the shouting of voices on the plain drew the attention of the stallion as well. he had been watching a trio of cows standing apart from their bovine herd; when those voices raised they each passed him a judgemental look and then together turned to face one-another as if to conspire.

he began to trot along the hill. maplesmoke picked up to a canter when the beat of hooves reached him, and he looked sharply at the approaching dust as he drew near the mares; he slowed to a crawl and then wheeled in small, tight circles while his head and ears were up.

who is this? he did not like the way they moved.