Spirit

The big Kiger Mustang steadily walked over the cliffs, watching his careful steps. His hooves clanged on the hard rocky ledges. His muscles were tense as he continued climbing hurridly, snorts escaping from his snout. His dun pelt was shining in the sun from sweat breaking out. He kept going up though, not fearing the deadly fall. He practiced climbing up and down the canyon's death-leading ledges and cliffs, in hopes and victory of getting stronger. He indeed gotten stonger, but it wasn't that easy. He had to eat, and he hadn't in a long time. His sides heaved, making marks where his ribs were. His tail was swaying in the breeze, and so was some of his mane, for most was matted to his neck. But he kept going, determined to reach the top.

Timber

The border collie had fled the Ranch for just a short time, to be alone in grieving. The scent of the horse had come to him as he howled at the Canyon ledge and drew him temporarily out of his sorrowful state. The two-toned dog headed along the cliff, seeking out that scent that he had picked up.

Then he saw it, the mustang excersing! It bewilidered him, having only known horses to be in human hands. It was like seeing a herd of cows grazing freely over the prairie. But, as he came to think of it, he realized a horse could just as easily live off the land here as a deer could. Curious though, Timber stood and waited, seeing if Spirit would notice him.

Spirit

The Kiger was about to head way back up the cliff, when his snout caught the oncoming scent of dog. His eyes rolled around, before finally spying the spot of fur. His limbs carried him over, as he neighed out "Hey!" He continued to hake his head around, making his mane roll through the breezes of the wind.

Becca

The large hyhbrid darted from behind a rock and she came to a stop beside Timber.

"A horse in the wild? I thought they all were in the hands of humans...this is strange. and out here in the canyon to."

Timber

Timber nodded to Becca and tehn replied to Spirit, "Hello. Are you... wild?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side in a quizative manner. "We have horses back at the Ranch. Nass and Stable... but I don't think they could ever live out in the wild."

Spirit

"Any horse can live out in the wild. It may seem tuff, but if their is no source of food or water, you might as well consider them dead. Grass is very good, but sometimes it is very dangerous. Father died from colic. Sad sight to see. I train on these steep ledges and rocks to keep my mind off it. Works too."
His eyes narrowed.
"You live at the ranch? I heard of a big fight there."

Timber

Timber's body grew ridged and his ears splayed to the sides just slightly at the last statement. He tried to hide the edge in his voice, but it was still clearly there, "Yes, there was a fight, and I do live there." He didn't want to talk about that because it brought him pain. Quickly, he changed the subject, "When my two horse friends go out to their pastures next, you could meet them maybe? They are not wild, but I'm sure they'd love a chat with you."

Spirit

His buckskin pelt slightly shivered. He had noticed the edge in his voice. He stomped his hoof on the ground and silently stood there for a moment.
"Perhaps I will..."
He swished his fuzzed tail. Noticing he was getting quite hungry, he reacted once again.
"I think I'll go now... Anyway, I am getting pretty hungry... Greens would do me good. I will be off!"
With that, he turned swiftly and galloped off, a blur flying down the ledges.