Shiver

The stallion smiled gently, one shoulder twitching in a shrug. “Perhaps you might.”

As they circuited the area, he kept steady, occasionally glancing to the sky for Isolde, still circling lazily above and unworried. Acacia’s soft words brought a soft huff of dissenting amusement. “You are anything but a burden, Acacia. You’re just young, out for the first time from your herd. It’s not your heart that is giving you issues. It’s your mind. Every rock, every tree, every bush, might be holding danger, and your mind focuses on that. It just means you’re highly intelligent and alert. When there is danger, you’ll be the first to warn the herd and thus, get them to safety faster.”

His deep voice was smooth and low, settling into a cadence as he offered, “Not a nuisance. Just learning the world.”

His steps were measured, grace and rhythm in each hoof fall. One ear was tilted toward her, the other forward, or flicking aside at small sounds in the grass. Likely another rabbit, or a small bird.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think