Otter Creek not a long time ago,

calling fellow horsies !! ; or anyone that wants to int. with a horse really

an equine stood, alone, by the running waters of the creek. her neck, tilted downwards as her lips tested the waters. silken, ebony tail flicked behind her, low at her hocks. a coyote band trotted in the distance, and lillian looked up, flaring her nostrils ; an admonishment of their approach. their bites were an irritation.

lillian drew further upwards, now. she carried herself with precision as she walked up-stream, towards the mountains. a thin layer of snow blanketed the ground, and small flurries descended from the sky, marking her back an ivory cape. but she trotted along nonetheless, unbothered by the telltale signs of winter. she was no wild horse, but she was not inexperienced when it came to the day-to-day of one.

and so she trotted along. ears pricked upwards, 'yote yips still prevalent. the mare did not enjoy the nips that she had received during nights on the farmstead, and so she would not let those small canid creatures come any closer. she stopped for a moment, stomping at the ground with a single hoof, watching them as their small bodies carried them through the grass. a huff of air through her nostrils. frustration.

but perhaps, if there were two, or some other sort of competitor, they would bugger off.