Beau
Beau blinked at his reflection in the clear pool of water. He lowered his whiskery muzzle to the surface, watching the rippels of water. He lifted his head and his tongue lashed out, catching the last drops of water off his grulla muzzle. He turned, stepping over the high reeds growing around the waterfall. The roaring of the fast-moving water was barely a hum in the back of his mind. He was focusing on other things, and simple nature was not important at the moment. It had been two months since his mares had been stolen, and his loneliness was becoming unbearable. His short meet-ups with bachelors to roam for mares came up empty handed, and his constant searching was bounty-less. He longed for his two faithful, sturdy mares again. He longed for the laughter of playing foals filling his ears. His two mares had never lost any foals in the womb and had always given birth within two weeks of eachother, so the foals always had playmates. The only foal that had ever been lost had been a twin, so the two remaining foals still laughed and played and lightened Beau's mood. But they were gone now.
Beau shook his mane, clearing his head of the unwanted thoughts. That was over now, life was anew. As he stepped from the shade-making trees into the sunlight of a prairie. The ironicness of the situation was almost laughable. But no smile touched Beau's grey-ish lips. Instead, he continued on across the prairie.
((And watcha mean I can have both?))
