Pullet Press
Crowing
Brandywine watched Phantom trot away. She smiled, happy that another lone horse had a herd."Your fine," he said to another mare (i think) with two yearlings. "Thank you!" Phantom said to the lead mare and looked around. Everywhere, he saw horses looking at him. He trotted off to the outskirts of the herd and started to graze. He finally belonged to a herd!