Hooves.
Hooves pound the lush green grass down, flattening it under extreme weights. Suddenly, the meadow is filled with a burst of color, movement, and explosion of beauty. It's a herd. There has to be about ten horses all together, including small foals that range behind, stretching their legs as much as they can.
In the lead, is one stallion, and one mare. Behind the mare, is a little foal who's trying to keep up with it's dam. Slowly, the herd begins to slow down when the lead mare does, and so does the stallion. Calming down, every horse, mare and foal, all began to graze, or relax, or sleep.
Lifting her head, the black and white paint mare lifts her head, and looks around the meadow. She whinnies happily, her whinny echoing off the mountains.
It's a breakthrough.













