I am free. My speed is great, spending the days roaming the wilderness of this mountain. Frolicking like a colt and grazing the lush and plentiful grass. I am the prey, I escape from my predator's quite efficiently. I'm the flight animal.
Zieka galloped alongside Zorro. She flicked her black tail, lowering her head. The dark bay mustang raced her brother to the lake. Their sire, the group stallion; and their dam, the group mare lead them to the watering hole or small lake. Zieka skidded to a stop behind her dam, Meione, besides the lake. She sipped the cool, clean water. Her eyes closed in bliss, slurping avariciously. Zieka rolled on the relatively flat, muddy banks. The pair of siblings wandered close to the herd, bucking and squealing for fun. They played a game of tag, chasing the other quite speedily. For awhile, their life was full of happy moments.