Love ; Lone Mare
Love woke up under the shade of a tree. It was early morning and the sun was still rising. She rose to her hoves, blinking her eyes to get used to the dawn light. Love trotted over towards the river to get a drink. She bent her head, lapping up several mouthful of cold, refreshing water, before trotting farther into the prairie to graze. Love finally stopped. She bent her head to graze on the Breen grass that was here.
{{ Anyone open for Love? c: }}