Free Spirit

The medium sized stallion wandered onto the terrain of the prairie, dial held high and banner hanging down lossely behind him. His legs pushed through the tall snow-driven grass as he paced himself, going at a steady canter. His orbs darted from one spot in the area to another, looking from one animal to another. He snorted and slowed down. His pelt shivered lightly as he shook his mane. He was bored... There seemed to be nothing more to do then to wander around, and his in case, aimlessly. He sighed deeply and finally halted, forelock being blown into his eyes. His liver chestnut pelt was dimmed in the dull sunlight of winter. He lowered his maw to the white blades of grass and began ripping away, closing his jaws and lips around a few at a time.