A young mare wishes to meet her mate, and find a herd.

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She had heard of this valley, it was a place one found their life long mate, and hopefully a herd.
Prancing forward, Sting threw up her head causing her mane to flow over her spines that ran down her neck, picking up speed she galloped down a slope into a valley surrounded by rose bushes, and wild flowers. She skid to a halt and rose up on her hid-legs, neck stretched out, glorifying in her own strength.