“We move to open ground, now!” The stallion neighed, prancing past the rest of the mares. The mares snorted and followed after him as he headed up higher into the mountain. They would have to go up to get back down again to the lower lands, where there weren’t any steep cliffs. It was the stallions thought that any area one of his herd was injured in was not an area that they would remain in.

The gray and black unicorn continued to drag behind the herd, finding the strength beginning to drain from her legs, but willing herself to go on for that fear of being left behind.