The chocolate palomino nudged the appy mare, his breath steaming as his lips touched her withers. There was an unsettled whinny from the clustered mares as the bay stayed by Acka, but the stallion turned and looked at the others girls flicking his tail and waiting. Before he could count to three a little splash mare parted from the herd, her chest heaving and worry in her eyes. She looked torn but the bay called back to her.
The paint mare was a lot more unsure as she drew closer to Acotas. Her dunalino coat was scraggily and dull in the fading light but Acka had to be blind not to admire her beauty. Just like with the bay he took a whiff o