Handcuff slowly trudged through the land up to the paddock. Hed been her plenty times before with his herd. Ha his herd.

{ I wish it had been my herd.Then at least theyd still be alive.}

Handcuff was a dark half of the herd had been killed by cougars. They found a safe place after the attack but then the humans came And the rest of his herd had been taken. He had fled now hes here. Handcuff let out a loud whinny. At 4 and a half months he needed a mare to to teach him how do act like a dark and to drink her milk so he could stay healthy.