A Wild Horse In The Distancce

(you bring in a new stallion i play Flicka)

Distance snorted and galloped towards the paddock with the stallion and jumped the fence

Jess was inside, so she didn't hear the mare get out.

Frequencies looked at Flicka, and arched his neck. He let out a small wicker, then pranced up.

Thief reared, and pawed the air, before calling to the pretty, black Arabian. The twin of Frequencies called again, and again. He was the clone of his brother, but a lot kinder, and a little less rough. He galloped up to the gate, and nickered to the mare again, this time more quietly.

Distance heard Theif and galloped over to him she was in season

The stallion arched his neck, his chin touching his chest, and he pranced on the spot. Letting his neck out again, he smiled warmly at the mare. "Hey there, pretty." He said kindly. "I am Thief of You Heart... And you are the Thief of mine."

Frequencies looked at Flicka, and smiled. "Hey, baby. How are you doing?" He said, sniffing her curiously.

Distance playfully nipped the stallions on the ear

Flicka whinned playfully