A sturdy, large Appaloosa stallion stood looking down over the hill to the right of Skyherd, his eyes narrowed dangerously. His thick white mane fluttered out in the breeze, and his coat, splattered with brown spots, gleamed.
"You shall pay, Skyherd," he murmured. "You banished my dam and birthmate. My sire is gone. He was a weak horse, but..." The stallion shook away the knowledge that he wouldn't have been able to kill his sire.
The Appaloosa stood up tall. "I, Dappledsnow, shall rule this herd. I shall sire all the foals and be supreme over all." His mild chuckle grew, growing into a quiet but maniacal burst of laughter. Then he turned and galloped away silently, throwing up clods of dirt as he flew into the woodland.
Altivo's head shot up from his grazing. He sensed something and observed the land around him quietly. He saw nothing but went back to grazing, slightly on edge . . . . .