Soy Un Perdedor: The Arrival

[Brumby]

The Perlino Brumby walks through the lush meadow, he can not sense a stallion for miles. Unclaimed land.
He smiles contently as the sound of trickling water nears. His ears alert and forward, he increases his pace to a lengthly trot. Long legs springing out before him. His muscles coil as he breaks from the brisk trot into a smooth forward canter. His hooves make a soft 'thud' as they strike the firm soil before shifting it and springing forward again to catch him.
He tosses his head skyward, his long white mane flying out behind him like a silver waterfall. He lets a whinny of joy build in this throat before letting it escape in a shill cry of laughter.
This land is his.
He slows to a smooth walk near the fall, his neck and head stretched out and body alert.
This is perfection.