This is the land of the Red Stallion and Sarell needs to be cautious. The herd have stopped in this lush valley on their journey to the mountains, their summer retreat. The winter has been warm and the grass is fresh and green, growing thickly like a blanket over the ground.
The Red Stallion is known throughout the horse lands as the most vicious to lead a herd in one hundred man-years. A comment made by Sarell's mother when she was a young foal which has stuck with her whenever she moves up to the pass. Always be wary. Always be watching.
The lead stallion of Sarell's herd, Shazanzia, is watching from the trees while she dishes orders to the others. Shazanzia is a fantastic stallion. Strong, brave, protective. A brilliant protector of our herd. Then she turns back to Poppy, the enthusiastic mare.
"We'll move today, Poppy. We may make it to the pass, if we can cover enough ground before the moon. The Red Stallion's herd is elsewhere at the moment, but they may return swiftly. These are his lands, after all. Circulate the message to be ready to move, fed, watered, weanlings accounted for, before the sun reaches the mountain peak."
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