Wild Horses- Open

[scav.]

Forrest picked up her back leg, and with it scratched her other leg. Forrest draped her head, letting her mane cover her good eye.

[Kat~]

Heather
sniffes the thing on his back. "what is this? i asked quietly.

[Asgard's Trickster]

Spartan
"Oh, it's a saddle." I said and nipped at the strap that went under my stomach.

Storm
I looked back to see Forrest behind me.

[scav.]

Forrest snorted and swished her tail. Most of the mares were together, talking. But Forrest kept herself secluded, although multiple foals came over to her hiding spot, wanting her to play.

[Kat~]

Heather
I started chewing on one of the things that was keeping it on to break it off him

[Asgard's Trickster]

Storm
I laid down and kept watching as a young filly slept near me. I saw some of the older yearlings pick on the foals. I got up, pit my ears back, and nipped them a warning.

Spartan
I shook the saddle off and tried to get the bridle off.

[Kat~]

Heather
i chewed threw one of the pieces on the funny thing on his head that he seemed to want off

[Asgard's Trickster]

Spartan
"Thanks." I said as the bit fell on to the forest floor.

[Kat~]

Heather
"your welcome Spartan" i said as i put my head down to graze. The grass in the shade of the trees was nice and cool.

[scav.]

Forrest pulled up a mouthful of grass. A chestnut foal waddled up to her, as if she was its mother, it looked for milk, but Forrest continued to graze.