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.
Dour lifted his head again and looked at Aurora. His ears swiveled; he'd heard the teeny whinnying. Rising to his feet, he headed toward the outskirts of his herd, whinnying for his mares to stay there.Aurora picked her head up and whinnied to Dour, moving to the herd