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Snow fell down around the herd, it had been pretty quiet since the incident with Alina. The foal had been healing pretty decently, but Tadita feared it would scar over. She didn’t seem bothered by it anymore at least, and for that the stallion was thankful. What worried him though, was the fact that it still hadn’t stopped snowing. It seemed like winter was never going to end, and that wasn’t normal. Usually by this time the sun was shining down on them and the nippy morning air turned to a warm gentle breeze as the day went on. Tadita stared at the snowflakes that fell around them, something telling him that maybe this wasn’t something that was influenced by nature. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a shiver ran down his back and made the stallion perk his ears up towards the snow covered field in front of him. There was the shape of a horse out there, but it seemed almost invisible. He shook his head, thinking that maybe he was just stressed and that it was his

Everything around her was fuzzy, and the foal had no idea where she was. Alina blinked, sharp pains running up her left side. The filly winced, not sure what to make of it. What had happened? All the filly remembered was an angry buffalo charging her, and then the world around her went black. She left out a small huff, trying to stand up couldn’t, weight put on her legs making the pain almost unbearable. She let out a cry, tears rolling down her cheeks as the pain shot up and down her side. The paint filly finally decided to take a look, and what she saw made her snap her eyes shut. A big red gash ran along her side, presumably from the horn of the bull that had charged her. She wasn’t sure if her wound had started healing or not, she had never been hurt this bad before. Minor cuts and bruises from falling were the only injuries the little filly had ever experienced in her life. Where was her mom, why hadn’t she saved her? Was she not worthy of being saved? Was she just meant to

Brown eyes scanned the horizon, a sense of dread hung heavy on the herd. A thick fog had been sitting over them for most of the morning, and he made sure the mares stayed close so he could keep a better eye on them. Something seemed off, but Tadita couldn’t quite tell what it was or why he felt the way he did. He hadn’t noticed anyone missing when he did his morning walk through, but something started itching at the back of his head. “Hien!” He felt like his head was full of bees, thoughts of something happening to the only foal he had in his herd right now. “Hien! Where are you??” Tadita couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to Alina, he couldn’t remember if he had seen her this morning now. Dread creeped over him when Hien wouldn’t answer either, he knew she was there when he checked last, and soon Tadita was running up the hill his herd resided by. Hooves feeling heavy with each step he took, the stallion wasn’t going to stop until he at least knew where his mare