Sorry this is short ;-;
Above the thunder of Hildr’s own hooves, Siv’s velvety ears caught a new and different sound. It was a horse, judging by the gait, and one nearing quickly. Black head turned to spot the brown horse and large rider nearing. Unfamiliar as they were, there was no hostility in the woman’s frame. Curious as it was, Siv had adapted to the suspicions of Salsola. She bristled under her cloak and while invisible to the newcomer, Hildr sensed her body and responded with a loud snort and increase in speed.
This was only further added to when the bay mare neared, came behind them, and then accelerated to Hildr’s side. Instinctively the mare, dominate within her own herd, saw the challenge and rose to it. Siv leaned forward to give her more freedom and the mare pulled ahead, long black-to-gray hair billowing behind her as she thundered on. Siv let out a challenging cry to the stranger, purple eyes gleaming. If she wanted a race she would have one—while Hildr was not bred for distance, she had the power of her bloodline to push her on.
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