West
.:Mare:.:Blue roan:.:3yrs:.:Hopeful:.:Loner:.
Once I'd reached the small huddle of two trees, I had my head down and was already plucking tufts of the sweet grass from the ground. I momentarily glanced up as the whinny of a mare reached me which compelled me to neigh loudly in return, but paid no further heed.
.:Mare:.:Blue roan:.:3yrs:.:Hopeful:.:Loner:.
Once I'd reached the small huddle of two trees, I had my head down and was already plucking tufts of the sweet grass from the ground. I momentarily glanced up as the whinny of a mare reached me which compelled me to neigh loudly in return, but paid no further heed.










