Post by White Owl on Apr 25, 2008 5:37:27 GMT -5
Dances With Wolves wondered out onto the terra. It was a lush meadow full of trees, healthy grass, mountains, and more. She was looking for a mate but didnt know who was the one for her. She has not seen a stallion in sight so Dances With Wolves' hope was decreasing. She wanted to find a stallion. She wanted to have a foal before she died. But with the way this was going Dances With Wolves was never going to be able to do. Her pure white coat was gleaming in the morning sun. Dances With Wolves' deep sky blue eyes were searching around for anything that moved. She was starting to get hungry so she bent down her massive head and started to graze. The grass was so taste between Dances With Wolves' lips.
