Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

"Mommm!" She whickered in a soft, trembling voice as her mother spoke her name. She was pushed aside and away from harm, and it was then that she got her first real, terrifying view of the wolves. 

There was a smell that came from them that caused her withers to shake. Musky, meaty, and foul. She uttered a small, high-pitched squeal again and clambored to be close to her mother's side. Her coat began to darken with sweat, and whale-eyed, she looked this way and that, frightened she might see one come and lunge for her. 

It wasn't teeth that came for her, but Fancy's red flank that came to push her closer to her mother, and bar the wolves from her view. She watched between striking, flying hooves for any sign of them, and began to strike out as well. Wedged between red and buckskin, she pivoted and turned with them, learning to mimic their motions and strike out at random intervals with her hind feet, and dash the narrow space before her with her front hooves.

She only caught glances of Cedar, the bay, occasionally. She learned then what true terror looked like, marked on the injured mare's face with the deepening of pockets above and behind each white-rimmed eye, the flash of yellowed teeth in a mouth opened to scream.