Rose trotted up to the border. She neighed a silvery note, calling the d Stallion to the border. She wanted to be accpeted into his herd. Her daggers were stil. Her grey coat glistened in the rare winter sunlight. She shook her mane and held her tail up high.

a chesnut mare with white mane and tail came up beside her and did to call to the lead for submisson intohis herd

Rose turned to the mare.
"Who are you?" Rose asked.