Wild Berry Meadow No time

Before the sorrel could shake her mane and assure the filly that she would be staying in the forest where it was safe, the girl’s mother spoke up with an offering. In truth, she hated leaving them behind; herds were not meant to be split up unless divided by stallions who picked and pulled the mares they wanted. 

Without a stallion to go off looking for stragglers, they were left with bleak prospects, in Fancy’s eyes. 

She heaved a sigh, flicked her ears back and chewed her molars together but nodded and began moving. Her tail whisked from side to side. Each step she took was echoed by the sounds of others; she calmed within moments. 

”We need a stallion,” She sighed softly, speaking with a low voice as the small band pushed their way through the woods. ”Equus knows I can’t be both mare and stallion at the same time.” She wouldn’t likely be quick to forgive Maplesmoke if he ever came back- but she wouldn’t turn him away, either. 

At this point, they couldn’t turn anyone away.