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Flowers squealed at the sudden movement. She stomped her hoof and whinnied, calling her filly back.Flowers squealed, bared her teeth, and thrust herself between the filly and her sire.
Both Apache and the filly went bolting away from Flowers, though both went in different directions.
She still had a long way to go, in the means of motherhood.