Recall

She really couldn't stop staring. She had never seen an equine of quite this stature. Ponies and elegant horses sure, but none like him and none this close, and none with... tusks??? This land was strange indeed. Where the wolf grew antlers and the horse grew tusks. Fascinating. She picked another dandelion and clover and placed them in her bag.

Then suddenly his piercing green eyes were on her! She froze, a clover between the digits of a dainty paw. He spoke, bidding her to speak in a thick guttural accent! C'est fascinant!

She pulled her ears back, unsure, but her curiosity pulled her closer. Just as he did. She paused, not knowing if he was stamping and becoming angered. The body language between species was not one of her fortes.

" From where do you come? Here you were born?" She asked in a dancing accent, pulling her paws over the lush clovers and picking another yellow head of dandelion for her bag. She'd have to bolt if he became testy and she didn't want to leave this cluster behind. Would the creatures born here be blessed with these mutations? Or was she just so naive and sheltered that her window of experience was so narrow?