Mist

Mist had watched Dream leave the last herd and had followed her. She seemed so smart. Mist's black pelt gleamed in the sunlight her orbs scanned the terra as she trotted into these lands so new. She was simply wandering, her head held high, she didn't like that last herd anyway she had greater plains then to be around foolish others. Maybe here she'd find what she's looking for. Maybe here.