V I O L A &california

VIOLA
companion: california

The spotted mare she rode saddle-less upon seemed to grow uneasy as they heaved up on the sandy shores; the bluish liquid dripping from Viola's moccasins and Cali's underbelly. The wild-eyed mare lifted her head and ears with curiosity, stopping as she observed the surroundings.

Wolves.

California had been a wild mare her whole life, she'd been with Viola for the same amount of time. They'd fused together somehow, spiritually, and so when Cali's face read 'alertness' Viola knew that something was just beyond their sight's reach.

"What is it girl?" Viola's soft voice whispered to her friend as she smoothly climbed down the mare's side, slipping herself next to the California's speckled shoulder.

i am a dirty blond, i am twenty-one & i might be lost.