Depth
The tall stallion held his head high, as he looked for a mare. Or filly even. "Curse, want to come along with me or stay behind? You have to catch up though." He trotted off, and down the small hill within his land. He had the hilly area, with grasses and rocks everywhere. He snickered back to the colt. Intentions to rid of the foal were impossible, the foal too clingy to rid of.
Feather
I kept my head low, watching the others from the lake. I wasn't too worried about stallions, but I'd been watching them. I'd kept a close eye on Depth and Cryptic the most, because they seemed more frightening than Celtic. I'm terrified just at the thought of it, really.