Spring had always been her favorite season for many reasons. The weather was always the finest, the grass the greenest and everyone, whether horse or human, was content and well fed.
'Smells like there shall be rain later,' thought the painted mare as she rose her head to look at the horizon. It was early morning and she had gone down to the lake for a drink. Standing in the water, she felt the liquid cool her hooves and turned her gaze to the clear surface and just watched as tiny silver fish darted to and away from her.
The sounds of nickering made her turn her ears behind her and Rain saw that the rest of her herd was just waking up now. She let out a neigh to tell them where she was, just in case Spirit panicked about her whereabouts, before she began to walk quickly around the waters edge. This was her usual morning routine as she enjoyed watching the sunrise on the lake and it gave her the chance to have a little time to herself. Being lead mare was hard sometimes.
An eagle cried in the distance, the same one that often came by, and Rain watched as it circled overhead before dropping down into the long grass. She guessed that it was catching it's lunch. Shaking her mane she continued her walk and listening as the birds of the forest began darting out of their nests in search of food.