Raven eyed the horse distrustfully. Horses had led him and his old herd to the trap. He felt he couldn't trust another horse. However, maybe this one had some sort of charm to it but he shook his head and nickered softly, still staying at the back of the stall. Dove shook her head at Wynd. "He's quite distrustful towards other horses and humans besides me and our owner," she explained in a whinny. Raven snorted in response to Dove's explanation and looked away, putting his head down to eat some of the hay in the stall, his muscles rippling with nervousness.
Crystal smiled and nodded. "Thanks Dylan," she said and then turned around only to remember she didn't know where to unpack. Oh well, I can ask later, right now, Raven is probably banging on his stall door wanting to be free, she thought, heading out of the office and towards the stables.













no one understands what Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is. Unless you have it yourself.










