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Year 1500- Fall

                Months had passed since Whiskey and his mare, Chenoa, had left for better pastures, and with the changing of the seasons, the pair finally settled down in a secluded glade. Chenoa had been the first on to explore their new home while Whisky skittered behind her like he expected something to ambush them at any moment. The glade was guarded by rolling hills and tall trees that hid the area from strangers, and it was just the mare’s luck she happened to make a wrong turn to find it. A stream trickled through with still lush green grass growing wildly throughout the area causing Chenoa to immediately drop her head and take a bite. To one side a large clump of trees created a great shelter against harsh weather while another side was in full view to the sun’s warmth. To Whiskey’s delight there was only one obvious was into the glade; by following the stream as the two had done. All other ways were blocked by impressive trees and stones jutting from the earth.

Year 1500- Winter

                By winter, the pair had settled into the area claiming every inch of it. In was Whiskey who first discovered the tunnel hidden by wild growing weeds and brush. Being the nervous stallion that he was, he had to have Chenoa accompany him as he inspected the tunnel for danger. The tunnel was tight for Whiskey as his sides brushed up against the walls. Chenoa being larger was just as uncomfortable in the tight space and had to hold her head low to the ground to keep from hitting the ceiling. The ground was lose as few creatures had found the tunnel. Also, it was damp from the glade’s stream now barely a hoof-width wide that flowed to one side. The stream continued through a crack in the rocky walls, but the tunnel itself started to go upwards and the pair climbed. They climbed even when the light started to vanish. Whiskey raised his head as far as it would go without hitting the ceiling. His tail was slightly elevated, and he let out heavy snorts as Chenoa tried to calm him. Chenoa was better at suppressing her fear, and she used her head to urge the startled stallion forward until the light started coming back. They reached the end, and Whiskey eyed the area before letting Chenoa out of the cramp tunnel. It was very high up as frost covered the trees and ground in a thick layer. The area wasn’t much to look at just a few scattered trees and hard dirt with little patches of browned grass her and there.

                “Look here,” Chenoa neighed.

                Whiskey felt his heart race when he saw his mare standing so close to a sheer cliff, “Get away from there!”

                “But look,” she repeated moving from the ledge.

                Whiskey cautiously moved toward the ledge after making sure Chenoa was far from it. A gasp escaped his mouth as he glanced down. They really were high up, but that wasn’t what made his gasp. The cliff looked over the whole area. Only the tallest trees could compete with the cliff in terms of height. The once large hills were now nothing as Whiskey could see over them all and even found a few other valleys tucked away. His glade was almost right under the cliff causing Whiskey to wonder why they’d never noticed this area before, but that didn’t really matter as the over protective stallion found his new perch.

                “I can see the whole glade from here,” he turned to Chenoa, “nothing can come in or out without my notice. We’ll be completely safe now.”

                Chenoa smiled at her silly stallion, “Alright, I’m heading back down. Come when you’re ready.”

                The roan mare re-entered the tunnel, and Whiskey waited until he saw her dark form emerge into the hollow before letting out a loud neigh. Chenoa’s black head glanced up, and she returned his call before his form disappeared from the cliff and re-joined her in their glade.

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Year 1500- Winter (Diva and Dixie)

                “What was that?” Dixie’s ear perked up at a sound caught by the wind.

                “It’s probably nothing,” her sister, Diva, responded straining her ears in hopes of catching the sound again.

                “It sounded like a horse’s neigh,” Dixie’s voice was full of hope as the sisters had been looking since summer for a herd only to still be looking as winter set in.

                “With our luck, the horse in came from is long gone, and we need to find a place to wait out the winter, so we can keep moving in the spring instead of following a false trail.”

                As Diva said that another neigh echoed around them. This one was slightly higher pitched than the first to Dixie’s delight.

                “That’s two different voices. That means two different horses!” The excitement in Dixie’s voice was hard to contain as she hoped against hope for an end to their journey, “Maybe that means a herd lives somewhere in here.”

                Diva wasn’t sure if she wanted to waste time looking for a herd that may or may not exist, but Dixie seemed to make up her mind for her as the blonde started walking toward where the sound came from. The pinto caught up to her sister, and let Dixie lead the way.

                They traveled until the sun started to leave the sky. Wandering in every direction, the sisters tried to find signs of horse life, but all they found where old hoof prints that looked to be made months ago. Dixie became disheartened; though the defeated look on her sister face only caused Diva to grow more determined. Those hoof prints proved that horses had been here and Diva was now determined to pick up their trail. She heard the stream before she found it. Ice had started to gather at the banks reminding Diva they needed to find somewhere to stay safe and warm when the snow fell. She followed the water until the thick mass of trees lessened into a hollow surrounded by giant hills.

                “Diva smell,” Dixie’s eyes showed hope again.

                Tilting her head to the sky, Diva sucked in air. The air was thick was the scent of horses, and was further smelling Diva found two distinct scents; one mare and one stallion. This was it. They had to have found a herd now.

                “Who are you,” A small frosted stallion with fiery hair looked at the two mares.

                Dixie was the first to break the silence the stallion’s presence caused over the sisters, “I’m Dixie, and this is my sister Diva. We are travelers looking for a herd to live in.”

                “Strangers aren’t welcome here,” the stallion’s threatening gaze swept over them again.

                “Whiskey!” The horses turned their heads as a dark roaned mare trotted out from behind a large clump of brush. Her silver hair floated slightly in the breeze, and she took a spot next to the stallion, Whiskey. He and the mare started fiercely whispering amongst themselves before looking back to the sisters. The mare held a triumphant look on her face while Whiskey just looked irritated.

                “One second thought, I have decided that you may remain here,” The sister’s eyes lit up before the stallion quickly added, “for the winter. By spring I’ll decide if you can remain here with us. The mare beside me is Chenoa, she’ll show you around.”

                The stallion warily eyed them one last time before walking towards the area where the mare had come trotting out of.

                Diva released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. They were safe for now. By spring they may have to find another herd, but for now they had one and that would do. The sisters followed Chenoa who explained everything about the glade, herself, and Whiskey including Whiskey’s standoffish personality which she apologized for.

                The four remained together through the winter, and Whiskey felt himself slowly warming up to the two mares.

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Year 1500- Fall

                Months had passed since Whiskey and his mare, Chenoa, had left for better pastures, and with the changing of the seasons, the pair finally settled down in a secluded glade. Chenoa had been the first on to explore their new home while Whisky skittered behind her like he expected something to ambush them at any moment. The glade was guarded by rolling hills and tall trees that hid the area from strangers, and it was just the mare’s luck she happened to make a wrong turn to find it. A stream trickled through with still lush green grass growing wildly throughout the area causing Chenoa to immediately drop her head and take a bite. To one side a large clump of trees created a great shelter against harsh weather while another side was in full view to the sun’s warmth. To Whiskey’s delight there was only one obvious was into the glade; by following the stream as the two had done. All other ways were blocked by impressive trees and stones jutting from the earth.

Year 1500- Winter

                By winter, the pair had settled into the area claiming every inch of it. In was Whiskey who first discovered the tunnel hidden by wild growing weeds and brush. Being the nervous stallion that he was, he had to have Chenoa accompany him as he inspected the tunnel for danger. The tunnel was tight for Whiskey as his sides brushed up against the walls. Chenoa being larger was just as uncomfortable in the tight space and had to hold her head low to the ground to keep from hitting the ceiling. The ground was lose as few creatures had found the tunnel. Also, it was damp from the glade’s stream now barely a hoof-width wide that flowed to one side. The stream continued through a crack in the rocky walls, but the tunnel itself started to go upwards and the pair climbed. They climbed even when the light started to vanish. Whiskey raised his head as far as it would go without hitting the ceiling. His tail was slightly elevated, and he let out heavy snorts as Chenoa tried to calm him. Chenoa was better at suppressing her fear, and she used her head to urge the startled stallion forward until the light started coming back. They reached the end, and Whiskey eyed the area before letting Chenoa out of the cramp tunnel. It was very high up as frost covered the trees and ground in a thick layer. The area wasn’t much to look at just a few scattered trees and hard dirt with little patches of browned grass her and there.

                “Look here,” Chenoa neighed.

                Whiskey felt his heart race when he saw his mare standing so close to a sheer cliff, “Get away from there!”

                “But look,” she repeated moving from the ledge.

                Whiskey cautiously moved toward the ledge after making sure Chenoa was far from it. A gasp escaped his mouth as he glanced down. They really were high up, but that wasn’t what made his gasp. The cliff looked over the whole area. Only the tallest trees could compete with the cliff in terms of height. The once large hills were now nothing as Whiskey could see over them all and even found a few other valleys tucked away. His glade was almost right under the cliff causing Whiskey to wonder why they’d never noticed this area before, but that didn’t really matter as the over protective stallion found his new perch.

                “I can see the whole glade from here,” he turned to Chenoa, “nothing can come in or out without my notice. We’ll be completely safe now.”

                Chenoa smiled at her silly stallion, “Alright, I’m heading back down. Come when you’re ready.”

                The roan mare re-entered the tunnel, and Whiskey waited until he saw her dark form emerge into the hollow before letting out a loud neigh. Chenoa’s black head glanced up, and she returned his call before his form disappeared from the cliff and re-joined her in their glade.

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Year 1500- Winter (Diva and Dixie)

                “What was that?” Dixie’s ear perked up at a sound caught by the wind.

                “It’s probably nothing,” her sister, Diva, responded straining her ears in hopes of catching the sound again.

                “It sounded like a horse’s neigh,” Dixie’s voice was full of hope as the sisters had been looking since summer for a herd only to still be looking as winter set in.

                “With our luck, the horse in came from is long gone, and we need to find a place to wait out the winter, so we can keep moving in the spring instead of following a false trail.”

                As Diva said that another neigh echoed around them. This one was slightly higher pitched than the first to Dixie’s delight.

                “That’s two different voices. That means two different horses!” The excitement in Dixie’s voice was hard to contain as she hoped against hope for an end to their journey, “Maybe that means a herd lives somewhere in here.”

                Diva wasn’t sure if she wanted to waste time looking for a herd that may or may not exist, but Dixie seemed to make up her mind for her as the blonde started walking toward where the sound came from. The pinto caught up to her sister, and let Dixie lead the way.

                They traveled until the sun started to leave the sky. Wandering in every direction, the sisters tried to find signs of horse life, but all they found where old hoof prints that looked to be made months ago. Dixie became disheartened; though the defeated look on her sister face only caused Diva to grow more determined. Those hoof prints proved that horses had been here and Diva was now determined to pick up their trail. She heard the stream before she found it. Ice had started to gather at the banks reminding Diva they needed to find somewhere to stay safe and warm when the snow fell. She followed the water until the thick mass of trees lessened into a hollow surrounded by giant hills.

                “Diva smell,” Dixie’s eyes showed hope again.

                Tilting her head to the sky, Diva sucked in air. The air was thick was the scent of horses, and was further smelling Diva found two distinct scents; one mare and one stallion. This was it. They had to have found a herd now.

                “Who are you,” A small frosted stallion with fiery hair looked at the two mares.

                Dixie was the first to break the silence the stallion’s presence caused over the sisters, “I’m Dixie, and this is my sister Diva. We are travelers looking for a herd to live in.”

                “Strangers aren’t welcome here,” the stallion’s threatening gaze swept over them again.

                “Whiskey!” The horses turned their heads as a dark roaned mare trotted out from behind a large clump of brush. Her silver hair floated slightly in the breeze, and she took a spot next to the stallion, Whiskey. He and the mare started fiercely whispering amongst themselves before looking back to the sisters. The mare held a triumphant look on her face while Whiskey just looked irritated.

                “One second thought, I have decided that you may remain here,” The sister’s eyes lit up before the stallion quickly added, “for the winter. By spring I’ll decide if you can remain here with us. The mare beside me is Chenoa, she’ll show you around.”

                The stallion warily eyed them one last time before walking towards the area where the mare had come trotting out of.

                Diva released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. They were safe for now. By spring they may have to find another herd, but for now they had one and that would do. The sisters followed Chenoa who explained everything about the glade, herself, and Whiskey including Whiskey’s standoffish personality which she apologized for.

                The four remained together through the winter, and Whiskey felt himself slowly warming up to the two mares.