White Horses and Wolves

The sun beamed from the top of the mountain overlooking the long bay. Clattering hooves break the silence of birds singing to the slow rumble of waves. A girl ,named Sophie, riding on a young camargue about 14 hh slides to a halt.

"Heyyy"

Along the track further ahead two sisters came clumsily down a ledge on a kaimanawa and a pure bred quarter horse.

"Where have you been, we've been looking for you for about an hour", cried the one riding the quarter horse with her blond fringe almost stuck in her eyes.

"Yeah, Nicky fell down couple a times", the other said trying to hide a smirk. She and her pony had sweat dripping down their neck and back. Her sister glared at Katie which didn't even bother to look up from her phone afterwards.

"Well that was a bit too much effort you look as if you've rolled down a hill", Sophie giggled. Her horse, Storm, pawed impatiently as the three girls chatted away.

"gotta go I'll text ya"

About an hour later Sophie and storm trotted up the windy drive way in search of Sophie's grandpa that had a habit of disappearing. she gave up looking and headed to the back to the trail she frequently exercised storm on. It was a windy narrow path that had towering trees and occasionally one would fall. She could remember when her mother used to tell stories of how unicorns would dance through the forest and would take away little girls.

~~~~5hours later~~~~

Storm plodded along the hard path contentedly as Sophie stared in to space. Her focus turned to a shimmering black and white magpie. They were an absolute pain around here with hundreds being attacks by these pesky birds. Once the magpie flew away she sat back upright in her saddle and continued on her ride. A steep cliff obstructed her continuing, the rocks and dirt just have fallen during an earthquake.

Out of nowhere a long branch as thick as her wrist fell behind them and storm fell in to a panic as the edge of it grazed his rump quite deeply. he jumped and headed down the cliff ,tumbling, crushing Sophie's leg. She screamed at the top of her voice.

THUD!!

Storms legs twisted in the air, blood oozed from her mangled leg and she passed out cold.

~~Three hours later~~

She came to. her head felt as if on fire.

"S-storm are you all right, where are you?", she creaked with her throat dry and crusty.

A soft nicker came from behind the closest tree. he walked toward her with nothing but a graze on his rump and a cut barely visible by his eye. her one the other hand had a deep gash on her leg and scratches all down her face and arms from the branches and roots on the way down. it was almost impossible to stand without assistance.

She dug in her pocket to search for her phone but instead found the remains of it. With the hopes of ever calling help she proceeded to lifting her self on to the saddle. After several unsuccessful tries Sophie finally made it. The pain was agonizing. She cut off several strips of flax and wound it around her leg. Hopefully it would hold together the wound for now.

It was going to be a very long journey ahead.