StillRaging

               Brielle had barely been able to believe her luck this morning. Not only had she found a lovely stash of fruit at the grazing spot she had wandered into, but there was even another equine present! The buckskin stallion was fairly striking- not as tall as some other stallions she had seen around, but still a solid sixteen hands. The rich gold of his coat was offset by snowy white markings on his legs and face, complementing the silvery white of his mane and tail.                 When the stallion heard Brielle approach, his head lifted and he studied her for a moment with bright blue eyes. The gray mare had frozen in place for a