.:Amalthea:.
The slowly, returning spring air filled the dark bay dappeled mare's nostrils, dipping her head as her sides buldge. She nuzzled against her side softly, flicking her tail to tap Apache's side softly. She had pulled her head from his back as she turned, scanning the small area as she walked. She didn't notice Any caves or Coves nearby, so she nestled beneath a tree on the tree-line, ears laid back protectivly as she slowly pushed through the snow, digging for the grass that began to grow undeneath. She snorted heavily as a kick hit her side, nipping at her side sharply, but not hard enough to peirve her own skin. She did this each time a foal kicked.










