Her velvety nostrils flared with all the new scents of the grounds. Many other equines were here, or had been here at some point. Her lips parted for a moment as she emitted a low, almost fearful nicker as she trotted. A slight slip in the mud caused her lose her balance and nearly fall to her knees. Arabella gave an embarrassed snort and hastily straightened herself up.
Looking up and around at the surroundings of the forest she whinnied, louder this time to signal her position to any nearby equines. This was a good place to start a new life. Or so she hoped.