Casablanca whinnied, her hooves bringing her step after step across a meadow in a slow, content walk. The young mare was on her own, having wandered far away from the herd that she had once called her own - it was nothing she was interested in now. She didn't even think about returning - or, at least, she hadn't thought about it yet.
Casa lowered her head as she reached a small, serene river on the far side of the meadow. She was drinking peacefully when she heard a sound in the distance. Flicking her ears and raising her head back up, the mare gazed around. It must have been nothing...
But it didn't feel like nothing.