Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

she's never seen horses, either, and they startle her, somewhat. not in an intimidating way—just in the fashion that they're new, unknown, foreign.

she gives them a long stare before moving forward, watching Augur's cues.

without hesitation, she moves to cut the weakest from the others, herding the latter away. they snort and rear, and she finds herself ducking and diving—breathing thickly as her chest congests further—but holds fast, chasing them to a distance.

with luck, the others will have their kill.