The frosty wind whipped by me.I led the herd to cold creek for a drink. I'm frostbite the leading stallion of the Icy Soul Herd.I still haven't found a mare. But the one I am particularly wanting is Snowflake, she has a true white colored coat, with a a mane as swift as the wind. The herd was having a little trouble in greenland. there were horse hunters out searching like like blood thirsty vampires. suddenly my body tensed up and me ears pricked up. I heard a crack in the wood and footsteps...
To Be Countinued........
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