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*Seth nudged War into a gallop, one hand out to the side, a few sugar cubes tight in his hand. As they neared the farm Seth slid off War's saddle, seeing Jane near the summer stables.

The summer stables were in the pasture itself, and they contained nothing but room for horses. They were closed off with steel bars rather than the wooden doors of the barn. Their barn was vast, bigger than their house. It had a room for the cattle, seperate stalls for horses, and a coop around the back for the chickens. Although it rarely snowed in this land, the winter got fairly cold, enough to drive the livestock and pets to seek shelter. The flock of sheep were kept in their own pen, with a roof and an opening large enough for one to pass through at a time, prefenting any of them to turn around and head back inside.*

*Leading War to the stables, he shut the gate and tied a chain around it, leading the two towards the stables. He took the things from the saddlebags and tied the bag of sugar to his belt and lifted the saddle from his horse's back, setting it on the fence. He slipped off his bridle and hanging it on the peg on the wall next to his stall. Turning him loose, War pranced into the pasture, towards the water trough, tail and head high, steps careful and precise.*

Moon galloped over the barren plains, her mane and tail streaking out behind her and her legs a blur. She looked like a pure white comet flying across the ground. She had been galloping for a good 5 minutes and finally decided to stop. She thrust her hindlegs beneath her and slid to a halt, sending up a trail of dust and dirt behind her. She reared up and whinnied, moving in a circle on her hind legs. She came back down on all fours and looked at the town. She was close enough to see it not a few miles away. 'Perhaps I shall wander there tonight. I'm quite bored.' She thought to herself, and resolved she would adventure through the town that night when the humans were all abed. She snorted and broke into a easy canter closer to the town., but stayed along a treeline. She finally got close enough to see a ranch from a distance and was content to watch the goings-on for a while, but silently hoped she wouldn't be seen.

Moon caught sight of the new stallion and pinned her ears back, he made her uneasy. She snorted, arching her neck, and pawed at the ground, her long forelock covering her face. If he tried anything with her, she's make him wish they had never crossed paths. She was as rough and tough as any stallion and wasn't afraid to show it.

((No need to say sorry, I was just pointing that out to you. And also, I do belive that Chaska and them are inside the pasture fences, but I'm not 100% sure.))

*Bullet turned his attention to a smaller, neighboring farm. All that he could see was a small patch with chickens penned in, and an open shelter with two horses standing inside and a foal. This perked his intrest, and he carefully watched as he quitely approached.*

Boy, John I don't think that ya shoulda neutered that old hass by ya self..Now he doesnt trust ya atall..Yar lucky there'll be a next time..A hass could likely kill ya if it had the mind to at yar age..Next time ya go ta take care of a stallion like that, hire somebady else ta do it, save yaself tha trouble and ya life..

*An older woman stood hunched over an older man who was sitting against a building. His name was John and minutes earlier he had neutered his stallion the way his father had taught him. Smashing the stallion's parts between two bricks. The recently gelded horse kicked and reared, causing a fit and endangering the mare and her foal and himself.*

*The stallion watched for several minutes until the elderly couple walked back inside their house, and he walked close to the fence, getting closer to the shelter. He neighed, challenging and the gelded stallion walked to him, his ears a bit pinned back. He still had a bit of the fighting spirit left in him and started biting at the stallion, the both of them soon fighting, rearing and biting hard. The gelding soon backed down, his neck and shoulders bloody and stained and full of splinters from the fence which had been broken in the process. Bullet stepped inside the pasture, sniffing over the white mare and her chestnut foal. He stepped into the measly shelter, pushing the mare forward and trotting off of the property with the mare and her foal, John peeking outside and when it was too late, running outside with a rifle in hand.*

*Bullet had tired himself out and retreated into the wilderness, stepping through a few tall trees and into the dusty wild fields, the mare following him without restraint.*

((if you like))

*War watched the treeline, his ears pricked and restless, he moved quite often, just a step or a whole series of pacing movements along the fence.*

*Meanwhile, Bullet trotted a ways, finding a watering hole he knew existed. And where there was water in this town there was a patch of thick, plump foilage. When they eventually reached this spot, Bullet lay down under a large shady tree and kept an eye on his new mare.*

((Yep Chaska is in the pasture.))

Chaska snorted, more intrested in playing with the strange stallion than running him off. She walked up to the fence nipping at anything of David's and Seth's that she could. She watched War, following his gaze to the forest. She sniffed and flicked her ears about. She nickered to what smelled like a horse and pawed at the fence.

Chaska's ear snapped back to where the mare was. She tossed her head up, holding it as high as she could so that she could see better. She neighed back to the mare and started pawing at the fence again, this time more violently. She wanted to play, to investigate the new mare and even the strange stallion.