a little hoarse, a big ol horse

Trotting along from the barn into the pastures, Corbie stopped a moment to survey the flocks. The little southdown sheep were settling in nicely, it seemed, with plenty of room to graze and relax and were already putting on weight after their journey here. The old icelandic flock was doing as well as ever, and it was getting towards time for the spring lambs to be butchered for the winter's meat, as well as the lovely lambskins they'd provide. Her attention was arrested by the sight of the big golden colored stallion grazing with the flock - it was strange what you could get used to, wasn't it? Sometimes she forgot how unusual this big member of her pack really was. Smiling to herself, she continued her trot on a course to take her to the big dun horse's side. "How's the flock doing, Balian?" she asked him quietly so as to not disturb the morning tranquility.