Pine
Pine flicked her ears as flies buzzed around and followed Opal, she was glad Ivy was gone, she knew from the start her dam didn’t want her, she was a mistake, it upset her when she was younger but Pine had matured quickly knowing Ivy wouldn’t tolerate foal-softness, she had lived in fear her whole life scared even of her own shadow but now she was happy.
“My name isn’t actually Pine, it’s Moon, Pine was just a nickname because we lived in a pine forest and Ivy felt trapped by them... like she did with me... my sire was named Cresent and Lucky, Ivy’s dam, decided it had fit even though they never got on together,” Pine —well, Moon— explained shyly.