A fairly lanky filly halted. The filly slowly turned around to face the stallion.
"Yes, Storm?" the blue roan Arabian grumbled.
"You're heading too far away from the camp." the stallion called Storm smirked, though the warm look in his eyes gave away his seriousness.
Solo snorted and stamped her hoofs on the grassy ground. Storm's eyes flared,
"Solo, go back to the camp now."
Sighing disappointingly, the filly galloped over the twigs and fallen logs that speckled their herd's "territory" as the grown-ups seemed to like to call it, galloping on and on until she reached the lush meadow where the herd grazed.
"Solo!" a filly whinnied.
"Come and crow-hop with us!"
"Yeah, come and crow-hop!"
The crow-hopping group of colts and fillies bounded around wildly,
frolicking until the sun set, having been scolded twice by the mares and
stallions for "eavesdropping on important discussions that young ones
should not know about". Solo chuckled at the thought. "What kind of
important conversations would the adults be having?" The young filly
could just imagine what kind of chats would be going on.
"Storm, you need to toughen up your acts on the young, I found a colt nibbling at the elder's food."
"We need to find a better pasture to graze in."
"The nearby long-legs have been allowing their livestock to feed on our camp-grass."
"Now, now Onzo, let them graze on our territory, they can barely do any harm, can they?"
"Solo! What are you doing! Let's race!"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Solo trotted contentedly back to her group of friends. Nearing a group of stallions and mares, the filly could hear worried nickers passing back and forth.
"Do you think that the livestock will eat up all our grazing grass?"
"Not possible, there's enough grass for everyone." a stallion snorted, but the uncertain voice told the group another message.
Solo glanced at the accumulation of livestock by the wooden fence, Doesn't seem like too many animals to me, only four, besides, the long-legs only let them out to feed here once every three weeks. Hmph, adults, always worrying all the time, just a bunch of gossip.
"Solo! What are you waiting for! Let's go!"
"Storm, you need to toughen up your acts on the young, I found a colt nibbling at the elder's food."
"We need to find a better pasture to graze in."
"The nearby long-legs have been allowing their livestock to feed on our camp-grass."
"Now, now Onzo, let them graze on our territory, they can barely do any harm, can they?"
"Solo! What are you doing! Let's race!"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Solo trotted contentedly back to her group of friends. Nearing a group of stallions and mares, the filly could hear worried nickers passing back and forth.
"Do you think that the livestock will eat up all our grazing grass?"
"Not possible, there's enough grass for everyone." a stallion snorted, but the uncertain voice told the group another message.
Solo glanced at the accumulation of livestock by the wooden fence, Doesn't seem like too many animals to me, only four, besides, the long-legs only let them out to feed here once every three weeks. Hmph, adults, always worrying all the time, just a bunch of gossip.
"Solo! What are you waiting for! Let's go!"
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