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Lone mare
Age 8
Heat Stage 3
No Herd
With a high head and short, flight stride, River pranced down the hill with her tail held high for balance. She swung her head and recovered at canter, then slowed to a walk then halt. She shook her mane, catching a glimpse of another horse across the creek. Clearly a proud stallion heading her way. River stopped and listened to his nearing hoof beats, and lashed her tail, slightly anxious but very controlled. She hoofed the ground. As the paint stallion came closer, she grew a bit more in interest, but casually bent down to lick the dew off the grass until he was only meters away. She turned to watch, side towards him, and keeping her right eye on the stallion. River was rather curious, as her ears flicked and her eyes raised from the green. She wasn't entirely confident, and she found a flicker of trust towards the stallion. She waited for him, it seemed like, and River didn't mind.