Feather

A abandoned foal looked around. Her canvas was of brown and white. She was about 9 months old, and her mother and the herd had vanished. She whinnied. She knew not where she was, or who was here.

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the black steed watched the foal. poor thing.
Why are you alone, little one?

Feather

She looked.

I cant find my mother, or my herd.