SunsetRevelation

Xanthe had been having a good season…food was plentiful, and he’d hardly had any issues with finding it in the snow that had come down. The stallion was getting a little round, even just on half dried grass, and his brain was quite set that all that he viewed was his. This hill, that hill. The thorny bramble down the hill. All of it was his. Confidence was key, after all! Maybe on a bad day, he would admit he was perhaps a little full of himself, but who didn’t like him? He is flashy, handsome, and very sure of himself, who wouldn’t love that? Hazel eyes are half covered by his unruly mane as he tosses his head up to look around, his tail high. Who wouldn’t love him, right? Nobody, that's who! That doesn’t explain why he has no mares at the moment, unfortunately. With utter confidence, he tosses his head, trotting happily down HIS hill, only to half skid to a halt at the sight of some delicious fodder that was protected by the windy lee of a large snowbank. All of it was now his to