Clove stopped dead in her tracks. The horse across the valley had been a stallion and now they were entering the woods. They had let out a search call for mares and they had a foal with them. She finished climbing down the slope and entered the woods. She saw the stallion and foal and moved down wind, out of sight.
Clove cautiously peered out from behind a large oak tree. She was still suspicious of the stallion. Why did a stallion have a foal but no mare. It all didn't add up right.
Forrest, stopped and saw the stallion and foal, she suddenly wasn't very intrested, just because of the large stallion, she tried to slink away into the woods.
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╒════════════════════════════════════╕ pansexual. any pronouns. infp. taurus. hufflepuff. chaotic neutral. bibliophile. parent to three cats and one bird. mom friend. easily intimidated.
Clove turned her head at the rustling of leaves. The mare she had smelled was stealthily making her leave. She was probably intimidated by the stallion. Clover decided to answer the stallion. "Hello, my name is Clover." She nickered. "And who might you be?" She asked turning to the foal. She was deeply curious about where it's mother was.