(lost my train of thought. gonna restart it here)Winona froze. She gathered Flowers under her, and nickered to her quietly.
Fergus listened, his nostrils flared, taking in any scents. Had he winded another horse, or was it simply his imagination out to get him?
Underneath Winona, Flowers peeked out cautiously. Reassured by her dam's nickering, she nuzzled Winona's muzzle.