I still don't own anything but the plot & the white mare.
Okay, I know wild mares don't have territories, and their almost always seen with stallions, but for the sake of this story, I bent the rules a bit.
And also, for the sake of this story, unlike the movie, it takes place in the present day. (This is the AU part, in case you were wondering.)
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A Mare and a Storm
One month later…
A lone white mare stood at attention, her blue eyes ever vigilant in her search for intruders.
She stepped off of the little knoll, which was one of her preferred spots for keeping watch, and rolled in the grass of her small, but valuable, territory.
A stiff wind rolled across the planes, and whipped her mane into a tangle.
Her subconscious mind told her that it was time to move on, to find another place that would serve as a home for a few months.
"Not today," She told her restless mind "A storm will blow in, and taking refuge will be a top priority."
She has familiarized herself with every inch of her territory of her territory, and remembered a cave that will provide shelter.
She picked up a canter and made her way from the open plane, and into a small forest, picking her way carefully through the dense underbrush.
She reached the cave and entered slowly, the sound of the clicking of her hooves on the hard floor amplified ten times by the acoustics of the cave.
Her eyes came to rest of a small spring-fed pool. She walked over to it, and lay beside it. She looked into this pools and mutters,
"I can't leave this home, for I think I have found my home."
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"Spirit! We must find shelter from the storm!" Esperanza shrieked over the rising wind.
"There's an overhang on a cliff near here! We can shelter there!" Spirit replied.
He gathered his band and headed for the cliff.
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The white mare heard the wind howling outside the shelter of the cave. Tree branches scraped against everything, sending eerie scratches emanating from whatever they had come into contact with.
The mare was not afraid, she had been in much worse storms than this one, and she knew it would pass quickly, it was part of summer.
She let the sounds of the storm relax her, and in a few minutes, she drifted off into a light sleep.