With the forelock of his snow-white mane dancing around his head and his tail swishing gently in a lazy attempt to keep the flies away, Angelus grazed. He stood about a mile up stream where the grass was sweet and tender, determined to eat till he was full and not leave until.
In the far distance two young stallions stood, outlined against the sky, keeping their eyes on Angelus. But neither Angelus nor the two were looking for a fight and without words, continued their grazing peacefully.
Sky followed Yang.