Post by georgiepie on Jan 9, 2015 7:03:04 GMT -5
Kaela's sides heaved and her flank glistened with sweat. Her ears were twitching madly as she sought to catch the variety of sounds around her. Her head whirled as her nostrils flared for air. She was puffed, tired and drained. If anything chose to attack her then, she was a goner. She stopped as the bush beside her ruffled, trying to still her heavy breathing. Moisture dripped from the hairs on her chin and her hide flicked and shivered, the whites of her eyes wide and showing. When the breeze passed and the leaves of the bush stopped she heaved a sigh of relief. She couldn't belief her run of bad luck... first her mother, then her friends and now her entire herd!
Moving forward again she sniffed the air again. She could smell horses but knew they were not her heard. The sound of a loose rock bouncing behind her sent her scrambled ahead, praying it was not the mountain lion that had separated her from her family. She bushed through dense under growth as she strove toward what she knew from smells to be a meadow. Bursting through she stood shaking on it's edge, acutely aware that no one else was there. Panicked, she tried to pick up the scent of the horses she'd been following and realised there were many more crossing one another and confusing the young mare.
Before she could contain herself a strangled whinny tore from her, hoping against anything that someone would respond to her. Dancing sideways she eyed her surroundings nervously. She had never been alone for this long in her entire life and she found the feelings disturbing and frightening. She knew in her heart that she'd never survive by herself. As that thought flashed through her mind, she let loose another high-pitched cry which could only be described as a scream. She was loath to leave the safety of the treeline and venture out into the open, but knew also that she could not see anything approaching from the brush either.
A breeze blew across her and she smelt water, her tongue flicked out and lapped at her lips, her breathing was still strained and she was only now beginning to cool and dry. Her thirst kicked in and she took the leap of faith, following the smells and sounds of a bubbling spring, trotting out across the swaying grass in the clearing. Nose down to drink, her ears flicked and flashed atop her head, hearing everything and nothing. While she may never have been on her own before, her natural born instincts meant she could flee if necessary. Keeping on alert she sated her thirst, then moved her nose again questing the green shouts of grass that sprouted along the river bank. Was she as alone as she thought...?