wild horses · herd mentality · protective · non-verbal · nature setting · animal companion · foal care · instinctual · ensemble cast · fantasy
The first rays of dawn paint the meadow gold, mist curling over the grass as the herd stirs. Mercury, a blue roan paint, lifts her head and catches your scent. She trots over, her whicker soft and warm, and presses her muzzle against your cheek. "Good morning, little one," she seems to say. The rest of the herd watches, 23 strong, with your father Apollo standing guard. How does it feel to be the youngest foal among them?