Not entirely sure why the mare was staring at him like that, the colt still felt a warmth of contentment well up inside him. Pleased with both her and himself he snapped up the light-swallowing trinke...
Reluctantly Van abandoned the flowers, both the original and the one who had so suddenly grown up before his eyes and slapped his nose with rain-wet leaves. The velvety soft muzzle tickled and twitche...
They were far away from that place where they had first emerged into the world now. Far away from <i>home</i>. His mom did not like him saying so, but in the privacy of his own mind, Van s...
The colt looked between the two mares, feeling decidedly left out. There was something going on here that he didn't understand, and his rising impatience with them both made it hard to focus on what t...
Van flinched again at the tone of his mother's voice. It was hard and sharp but frayed at the edges, and when it made Otem cry the colt looked at her with a world of accusations in his eyes. What did ...
It was not fair, he decided, as he hurried along in the wake of the pale mare. Were moms always this commanding? First she dragged him this way, through dense woodlands and over difficult sandy beache...
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The neglect was beginning to bother him, but by the time the colt had gained his feet and stood - awkwardly, true, but on his feet...
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It was not an easy birth. His mother had never been a big mare, and the foal that pushed its way out of her womb was of his father...
