The Horse That Could Never Be Trained

A New Friend

"Hunter Hunter wake up come look at this" My mum woke me up for a sudden reason.

"Neigh"(what) I croaked in a morning voice

"Its another foal" she quickly said

"Really nihhh"(let me see)" I pushed myself off the ground onto my hooves.  I wobbled over to the other foal in shock of the new arrival.

"Hello" mum cooed to the foal

"Hey" the foal said to us Quietly

"Can she stay" I managed to whinny

"Just for now" mum told me "Until we find her mother"

I looked at the foal. It was a dark brown colour. On its head it had a snip. Her eyes a black as night. Her fuzzy hair kinda drifted one way.  She had two socks on her front legs and a stocking on one her hind legs. Oblivious she was at least my age which was good.

Furys P.O.V

If she is Hunters age then why hasn't she got up and followed her mum instead of sitting there. Unless something happened to her mum that she couldn't do anything about. 

"Drink" The filly asked

Do I let her have a drink or do I keep it for Hunter is one of the questions going through my head.

"Sure"I reply to the little Filly

The filly gets up and wobbles along to stand beside me. She is very small and has a pretty dished face like an arabian but in a little bit of a different style.

We stood beside the mountains.

There rocky clay ia a peachy brown red colour that sticks the mountain together. The hills had changed into mountains now as the track had gone along but where we are standing now there is the shade of a the leafy spring trees and the smell of the dirt reaching through the grass. The grass was not long but not short perfect really.

Slurp slurp!

Hunter and the filly were sucking together. A good sign for friendship. I wonder how long the filly has been here for.

"Whats your name" I calmly talk to her

"Kiara" she replays shortly while taking a break from drinking.

She drank alot so she was obviously hungry. I searched around a bit and found a comfortable spot to sit in and dozed off.

I woke up to the sounds of whinnys(giggles to us humans) and smiled. Kiara and Hunter were playing a game in the grass. It was tag. Oh the joy in there faces and delight they are really having fun

Kiara's P.O.V

Hunter playfully bounded after me for he was in for our little game of tag. He had a huge smile on his dile. Why Hunters mum had fallen asleep we decided to play tag as we were starting to get bored. I found it very friendly how Hunters mum took her in as family. I have fears inside me that I push aside if what Fury thinks of me.

"Tag" Hunter tags me and jumps away as I try and tag him with my nose. His black body unlike mine my is a bigger frame his is delicate and thin type I am short and a bit sticky and heard my mum once say something like walsh,welsh one of the two.

"I'm going to take a rest I'm getting tired" Hunter admitted truthfully not really wanting to give up the fun.

"Me too" I answer to him

We sit down beside each other and watch Fury graze both of our heads drop down and soon there is silence apart from Furys munches.

A exciting chapter plus Kiara is a Welsh if you did think I didn't know which one. Please if there is something that isn't really that nice or could be improved tell me do I can fix it up.

By the way you will find out where Kiara's mum is further in the book. Updates won't be fast nor slow so keep watching.

Seeya till next time.