The two of them were similar in conformation, but their coats were quite different. The black one was the one that caught my eye. She was younger, obviously, possibly the older mare's daughter, and she seemed to have a fire in her. Not like I truly cared what she was like, I was simply interested in having another mare in my herd. Perhaps the mother would come if I herded the daughter to my lands. Once she entered, the lands would not allow her to leave. This was an exciting endeavor.
Confidently, I approached. "Hello, ladies. I am Trainwreck," I announced, though I really don't care if they know my name or not. One of them was coming with me, preferrably both, but one of them would come. Or they would both die. It was the sad reality of life, it was the sad reality of me.