The rythmic beat of hooves echoed across the empty, frozen meadow, brittle grass crackling and crunching beneath silver hooves. Long mane and tail billowed behind him, appearing as a living shadow. The morning was quiet, a fresh blanket of snow covering the uncivilized lands. After the few days of being stuck in the teepee due to a freak blizzard passing through, it seemed like Eirian couldn't run enough. The frozen air in his lungs, the burn of his muscles, all of it made him feel so alive!
The only problem, though, was that cold air isn't always easy on the lungs. The gray stallion slowed to a walk, nostrils flared, breath coming out as clouds in front of his face. His mouth and throat were dry, eyes stinging from the cold wind. The stallion shook his head, then the rest of his body, before trotting over toward a stream nearby. Gray nose prodded at the icy surface until a small hole was found, from which he drank thirstily.
Curved ears perked as he looked about with interest, wondering just where he had carried himself without realizing. The area didn't look very farmiliar.. Then again, everything looked different blanketed with white. A snort escaped him as he raised his head, wondering who all lived around here.
