Saffron slowly moved through the trees with his ears raised and his head held high. He could see at a distance that a horse was near the stream that he had been using as a water source for the last few days. He wasnt sure whether he should approach or run.
(if anyone didnt read my entry form, Saffron has been alone since he was a foal, because his mother died and they weren't in a herd)
Ember reached the edge of the stream and splashed in. She drank deeply, oblivious to the stud in the trees.