The stallions paid the mares no attention, they were having a heated discussion about the Predators. But only a steady murmur could be heard, no words could be distinguished.
Flicka's eyes darted from side to side as the two mares whispered. But soon, mid-sentence, they both parted. Flicka's eyes were cool and calculating, wheareas Natalya seemed anxious.
"She's tried many times... but just can't have a foal." Natalya sighed, casting a sympathetic glance at a somber-looking Flicka, who was laying by the creek.