Whisperfrost awoke early one morning. The rays of the bright morning sunlight just barely stretched over the horizon. She lifted her head and yawned. She saw Ravenleaf, her dam, a couple yards away, grazing on the dry, dead grass that surrounded Snow herd.

At this time of year, everything was dead.

Whisperfrost arose on her long legs and happily sauntered toward her mother. Ravenleaf raised her head and nickered a warm greeting. "Good morning, my darling!" she smiled. Whisperfrost giggled, "Hi, Momma." Her tummy rumbled for breakfast, so she started suckling. Once she had her fill, she turned to watch the valley with her mother.

This was their daily routine- wake up, have breakfast, greet the day, watch the valley together, then fly down to the meadow and there they spend the rest of the day, then, fly home when it's dark. It's simple. It's perfect.

Whisperfrost and Ravenleaf lived on a tall hill that stretched over the herd. On top of the hill, was a large and very old oak tree.The tree was so big that it protected the dam and her foal from the worst of the harsh night winds.

Whisperfrost watched the valley with her icy blue eye. One particular sight called to her. Brambleseed, a weanling, scurried around the valley like an ant. Behind him was his sire, chasing after him. Their laughter and whinnies of joy reached her ears and she looked up at her mother. "What are they doing?" she asked, watching carefully. "Playing." Ravenleaf answered, unfurling her wings for the flight down to the valley. Whisperfrost continued watching. "Why do they do that?" she asked again. Ravenleaf answered again, "Because. That's what sire's and their foals do." Whisperfrost thought about her mother's words. Whisperfrost was young and innocent. "When will I have a sire?" She did not know of the immense impact her father brought to Ravenleaf. At this question, Ravenleaf stayed quiet. "Momma?" Whisperfrost asked again, turning her head to look at her dam. Ravenleaf looked stricken and angry. "No more questions." she replied sternly but also gently. "Come." and with that, Ravenleaf lifted off and soared down to the valley with Whisperfrost quietly fluttering at her side.

This one was kinda boring. I'll make chapter 2 XD