wild wild west

Water soaked into the stallions coat as his huge form splashed through the water. It dropped off quickly and his form was swiftly submerged, but not before Acacia. The dust of the desert was similarly washed from his strawberry and cream hair before he lifted himself from the pool. Hearing his friend laugh felt better than the bath, the stallion grinned in return. He watched for a moment as she rinsed her long mane, and his own cleaning wouldn’t be as thorough. He wasn’t as pretty was she was either, and he wasn’t going to fend off anything with his good looks.

Instead, Canyon focused on drawing in the water with long gulps as he refreshed himself with spring water. It cooled him inside and out while soothing his hot muscles. He kept one eye on Acacia and another looking out for danger. His ears never stopped moving as he kept alert for the smallest hint of a threat. Canyon wouldn’t let anything happen to them. He finished his drink and followed Acacia out of the water as she looked to him for guidance.

”I’ll beat you one of these days.” He promised her as he tossed his mane from his eyes. ”We should stay here for the evening i think. Get some grazing in, and find somewhere sheltered to sleep for a few hours.” Canyon was a little surprised his filly friend wasn’t more exhausted. He looked to her and tilted his head, wondering if she had any ideas to add. They’re lives had been so much more fun when they picked their adventures instead of being surprised by nature’s choices. If he never saw a mountain lion again it would be too soon.