Hoshor Plains alluvium

Something agitated the mares, something that translated to the child with the flick of ears, the stomping of their massive feet and the way they stiffened occasionally, and all looked off in different directions for what seemed like ages. 

She caught the scent herself once, something that smelled unnatural and made her wrinkle her nose. 

She moved alongside her mother, kicking up her heels with a little filly squeal as they moved along, and she too began to investigate the green ground, imitating her mother as she began to tear out bits of dried clover with her lips.