Ghost flicked an ear back, it was quite obvious the mare was afraid, and he didn't want to startle her further but he feared the saying he had been taught since his early days. A lone horse is a dead horse. Ghost had been on his own for merely a few weeks and considered himself quite lucky to be thriving in such a beautiful and lush place. He knew many horses were not as fortunate. It was clear this mare had spent awhile on her own. She seemed quite surprised to see a stallion near her.
"I really won't hurt you," he repeated, this time sounding a little more serious. "I'm guessing you don't have a herd, am I correct?" He asked quietly, glancing around him. There didn't seem to be any other horse even close. It was like this little meadow by the forest was just this mares own little world and that no one else had ever even come close. Now that Ghost had somehow stumbled across her little land, he wondered how she would react.




