Tracing circles in the quagmire below, a dappled blur amidst a tangle of fresh greens and browns. Invigorated by a new-found sense of youth and prosperity, the young mare began to dance a liberated dance of joy, weaving neatly from stone to stone. Crania thrown back, a shrill whistle escaping cleaved labia proud and clear she called. Globes shifted in their sockets and - while tossing her head a little in an attempt to ride the wiry tresses from her eyes - began searching for willow, her newfound companion. Come out, come out where-ever ya are!