Apollo

Apollo was the newest member in this herd. He felt safe in it though. He liked large herds. He bucked while galloping and felt the wind ripple through his mane and tail. He neighed liudly. The strong scent of humans in this land made him quiver, but he stood stronger, ready to gallop away if one happened to come. He galloped to thick underbursh and grazed on the side. This land seemed endless... And nobody was going to take away his freedom.

.cherished.

.the ashen banshee stepped out of the foliage, audits swiveled forward. she had heard movement near here, and her curiousity had gotten the better of her. nostrils dilated, she caught the thick cologne of a bruin, and she allowed her mocha optics to glance over the terrain, finally landing on the chestnut brujo. aha. releasing a soft crescendo of melodic notes, she called out to him, hello.

Apollo

Apollo twirled around, eyes locking on the mare.
"Hello. Are you part of this herd?"
One of his ears turned the opposite way as he stood. He wanted to know if this mare was part of this herd. He, of course, was the newest here, and he enjoyed it so far.