A place to call HOME

A soft grunt came from the dark lips of Sigrid. She shifted, stirring slightly as her lids pulled back from over her eyes and she flitted her auds around to figure out what was going on. She blinked, her attention shifting up towards Aurora and she let out a deep snort. “I am up.” She said lifting upwards then to balance upon her dark daggers. She looked towards her younger, by moments, sister and then around for a moment taking the moment to make sure that there was nothing around. “What is wrong? Are you okay?” She asked then beginning to circle her sister to make sure all four feet, two ears, tail and eyes were attached upon her sister and okay.

Once everything was made sure to be alright, she shook her frame out and moved towards the water, her head dipping down and she closed her eyes slightly as she sucked the cool liquid between her kissers and down her throat. She would lift her head and then look back at Aurora, her little sister, she had always been looking after her since birth, they were here together, lost together, but Sig promised herself that she would take care of her no matter what. “Do you want to stay here, or go elsewhere and see if we can find other horses?” She inquired to her sister then. Sig was the light to her sisters dark coat, but the dark to her sister light personality. She was much harder than her delicate sister, and that was fine with her. She was glad to take on the strong personality, to keep her safe. That had always been her lot in life, even now as she looked onward to her sister waiting for her answer.

Sigrid | 4 Months | Spanish Mustang | Buckskin | Chey