This puts so well together all the feelings I had lately ❤
You are right to be wary of us, Little Mare. Your hooded eyes dark and silent, you must be concerned, yet your brows are smooth. Not even a natural breeze in your tail, still to your bones. You betray nothing, no fear or warmth. It's easy to imagine you, foal by your side, moving by day over hard land. Surviving by listening to your inner ancestors. You're right to keep their counsel. This is complicated terrain, we're predators who ask you to surrender those instincts. To rein in your wildness enough to share our life, enough that we might find a lost part of our own nature in yours.
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