A glowing gold and white mare trotted through the trees with high steps and long graceful strides. This was wild horse country, was it? Well, soon they would have a new stock horse to fear. Herself. Bella. She had caught some of the fastest wild horses around, and the man on her back favoured her, though once he had not found her so easy to control.
Even now he made sure she had no way of relaxing as she walked, it was as though he wanted other horses to see her. But of course, even though the man’s hold on the reins attached to the bit in her mouth was harsh, she was more than willing to make a show of herself.
It was far too soon when the man had her in the paddock and unsaddled her. She stood quietly as he made sure to hobbled her front feet. She was not bothered by the strange straps anymore, though once she had kicked up quite the fuss over those. She was a changed mare now though. And very different to who she had been once.
The pack horses were left the horse yard next to hers, and hers had a small shelter in it. She neighed as she walked over to get a few mouthfuls of water, not so much as wobbling with those hobbles on her front hooves.