I Do Believe

The brood mare had been circling the open grassland during it's most prosperous months, a deep groaning in her gut telling her the seasons would soon change and her feed source would no longer be so lush. In the meantime she would graze to her heart's contend, so long as dangers continued to be avoidable. Being alone, out in the open, made the woman nervous, as was to be expected. Her kind was always meant to roam together, in herds, where a watchful eye could be shared among half a dozen heads. Now she would constantly have to be on edge, aware of her surroundings, and be ready to flee by the snap of a twig. This caused the mare to constantly lift her head up as she chewed, letting her head turn on a swivel to glance at all corners of the field before allowing herself to pick more. It was a time consuming precaution, but a necessary one, as she quickly realized. Just a few days past, the roan had let he guard down and nearly fell victim to a feline predator, a painful scratch on her flank reminding her. Thankfully she had avoided the demon, and would be extra cautious today while she grazed.