buffalo soldier, look its like i told ya

The red and white stallion had awoken before the sun to do some scouting before Acacia was brought to wakefulness. She was safe where he’d left her and he was confident she wouldn’t wander too far if she woke up before he returned. Thick sturdy legs carried the young horse over boring terrain, he was alert and ready but danger was scarce and didn’t make an obvious appearance. Canyon let himself be lulled into a false sense of security as he returned to the base camp at the oasis.

Panic filled him when he realized that his friend was gone. Canyon raced from one end of the oasis to the other, ears alert and eyes searching for any sign of her. Eventually he found her tiny hoof prints leading away from the water. Canyon curse under his breath, worried for the shimmering filly as he galloped after her. If anything happened to Acacia the stallion would never be able to forgive himself. She had followed after him and now it was his responsibility to keep her safe. How was he going to do that if she wandered away?

Mane and tail flying the stallion raced through the desert, praying Acacia was unharmed.