Always vigilant, the horses stared at the land beyond the fence. Creeping over the horizon was a dismal fog. Dancing as it neared, the low lying, gloomy cloud teased them with every step. A slight quiver racked the mare's body as she had a distant memory. Ears perked and nostrils flared, the mare seemed mesmerized by the fog. Out in the distance, came an eerie wailing sound. Perfectly still, as her legs wanted to flee, she stood. The young colt, with nose extended and tail in the air, seemed ready to run. Jumping back, he shook his head and pawed the ground. The mare nudged him to stay behind her. Lowering his head to her tail, he obeyed.
As the fog neared, she could smell the damp coat, and the familiar pungent odor of the scraggly-haired wolf that lay veiled within the fog. She darted back and forth through the pasture as the hungry wolf approached. With no escape, her head shaking up and down, she huffed air out of her nostrils.
Roaming freely over the countryside, the silent, damp fog engulfed them; bringing the mangy, blood-thirsty wolf into the paddock with the horses. Shivering in his skin, the young horse tried to crawl under the mare like in his weanling days. The brave mare stood taut, then both horses shivered and pranced in place. Out of the fog the wolf swaggered toward them, with saliva dripping and eyes glowing he bared his yellowed fangs. Rearing, with her front legs kicking out, the ferocious mare screamed into the night. Hesitating, the
wolf cringed toward the ground, as his eyes darted back and forth. He sprang threw the air towards the horses. As he did, his jaw met a hard kicking hoof. The wolf dropped to the ground with a hard thud. Dazed and whimpering, he could only watch as his prey escaped through the fog.
With explosive energy, instinctively the horses ran. Yearning for the safety of wide open pastures, both mother and son soared over the fence that held them. Galloping into lands unknown, they disappeared over the horizon, with manes flowing and muscles rippling in their effortless, elegant dash.
As the fog neared, she could smell the damp coat, and the familiar pungent odor of the scraggly-haired wolf that lay veiled within the fog. She darted back and forth through the pasture as the hungry wolf approached. With no escape, her head shaking up and down, she huffed air out of her nostrils.
Roaming freely over the countryside, the silent, damp fog engulfed them; bringing the mangy, blood-thirsty wolf into the paddock with the horses. Shivering in his skin, the young horse tried to crawl under the mare like in his weanling days. The brave mare stood taut, then both horses shivered and pranced in place. Out of the fog the wolf swaggered toward them, with saliva dripping and eyes glowing he bared his yellowed fangs. Rearing, with her front legs kicking out, the ferocious mare screamed into the night. Hesitating, the
wolf cringed toward the ground, as his eyes darted back and forth. He sprang threw the air towards the horses. As he did, his jaw met a hard kicking hoof. The wolf dropped to the ground with a hard thud. Dazed and whimpering, he could only watch as his prey escaped through the fog.
With explosive energy, instinctively the horses ran. Yearning for the safety of wide open pastures, both mother and son soared over the fence that held them. Galloping into lands unknown, they disappeared over the horizon, with manes flowing and muscles rippling in their effortless, elegant dash.
