With his head held high and tail flagged up in the air, a tiny stallion raced his way around the edge of Dour's herd. His whinnying and nickering echoed loudly through the valley; a clear attempt to attract mares.
Isabel kept a close eye on Cheyenne as he frolicked near Dour and Ember. He pranced and kicked up his heels happily, hoping to get someone to play with him.
Name: Cheyenne
Gender: Colt
Age: One week
Breed: Draft cross
Herd: Dour's
Rank: Foal
Personality: So far, Cheyenne has proved to be very playful and full of life. Very outgoing.
Appearance: A big, muscular red dun colt. He can be easily identified by a freckle on the upper portion of his blaze...
( Sorry for disappearing for a while there. )
Isabel barely allowed Comanche to shove her into the grass. She squealed loudly, to make herself more apparent to Dour, and wrestled her large upper body up onto her foe's through a rear, threatening to tear at his skin.