Otter Creek not a long time ago,

hooves continued to stamp against the grasses as she watched the sable creatures stalk her, but it was the sound of rustling shrubbery that caused her to rear upwards, squealing in a display of dominance. but when the mare spotted the white pelt, the lack of coyote-like features, she calmed, bringing herself back to the ground, walking a few paces back.

tail swished back and forth, irritated at the continuing yips and yowls, though they seemed quietened now. she gave a low, soft neigh ; short in its sound, curious, before she would bring herself a few ways closer to it, breathing in its scent, followed by a snort.

lillian watched the creature with an icy gaze, eyes like glaciers in both colour and stare. she huffed, then, approving of the creature, though raised her head and perked her ears, looking out for the coyotes that continued to circle. another single hoof-stomp.

unsettled.