Hoshor Plains cowboy like me

Mallow slowly rose as Fancy nudged her and felt the sting of the chilly winter air hit the scratches on her belly. Ouch, she complained and winced. She hadn't realized that she had scratched herself until now and regretted sliding down the hill. Once on all fours, she shook off the snow she'd accumulated on herself on the way down.

Although she was disappointed to hear that there was no way to slide down the hill successfully, it was short-lived as her curiosity kicked in. Equus? she asked as her brows lifted, Who's that?