wild wild west

Freedom. Canyon felt the wind in his mane and the ground beneath his hooves without the lurking presence of his father over his shoulder. He could do what he wanted and go wherever suited him. He could flirt with whatever filly he wanted. Canyon’s only problem now was finding the time to enjoy any of those qualities of life. Now that he had no herd for protection his main priority turned out to be survival. When the wind played in his mane and his feet thundered over the ground it was because he was being chased. Food was going to be scarce unless he wanted to migrate, winter was a difficult time for an herbivore.

Through it all though he had to be sure of Acacia’s survival. She was his partner in crime, even if he tried to protect her from most of his crimes. Staying alive and watching over her gave him good practice for his future herd.

The sun baked the earth here in the west, despite the summer it was still dry and hot. Much like the snow covered lands, there wasn’t much food. Canyon was built to withstand harsh winters, Acacia was not. He’d tried to avoid the snow and ice storms, but he wasn't sure now that the desert had been a better idea. The red marked stallion lifted his head to the breeze, ”I smell water.” He told the shimmering filly beside him. ”Where there’s water there’s food.” He nudged her shoulder encouragingly and led the way.