.:Stallion:.:Red Bay:.:3 ½:.:Content:.:Bachelor:.
I smiled slightly, pricking my ears at the sight and scent of new horses. I looked across the fields and saw an apoloosa mare, who looked pretty much lost. I whinnied, the breeze making my black mane ripple against my red bay neck. I flicked my ears and looked back at the grullo mare, glancing at the ground and back. I pawed the ground lightly, raising my muzzle, my nostrils flaring, at the scent of another stallion.
I smiled slightly, pricking my ears at the sight and scent of new horses. I looked across the fields and saw an apoloosa mare, who looked pretty much lost. I whinnied, the breeze making my black mane ripple against my red bay neck. I flicked my ears and looked back at the grullo mare, glancing at the ground and back. I pawed the ground lightly, raising my muzzle, my nostrils flaring, at the scent of another stallion.





