
Wide baby blues fearfully zipped from one shadow, to another.The shadows seemed to possess a life of their own as they twisted and turned, the tall plants and branches that were the source of the shadows being swayed by the breeze. A whimper escaped from his lips when a particularly nasty shaped shadow appeared to reach for him. To escape the shadow's clawed grasp, he scooted back in his nesting area, which was surrounded by tall grass. Grass meant to hide the cold from the eyes of hunters.
I can't let them touch me. To the colt's eyes, the shadows seemed to multiply. More shadowy hands reaching for him as eyes watched through the blades of grass. The rustling of those blades of grass sounded like softly spoken words to him. Words in a tongue that few could understand. I can't let them touch me!
Unable to stand it anymore, the colt bolted out of his nest. Screaming for his winged father. "Daddy Zaitus!!!"