A/N: I'm loving the reviews! Therefore, for the next chappie to be put up, I want at LEAST 5 reviews…preferably I'd love more…but I mustn't ask too much!
Flame Herd traveled onward, and onward, and onward. SpitFire led the seven mares proudly, but wearily. They came upon a pool of water. Very suitable for Flame Herd. SpitFire took a whiff of the air and realized there were no there no other horse scent's near at all. He looked around at the lush green grass and pool. He was content with it. He gave a happy neigh and the seven mare heads popped up excitedly. They all rushed towards the water thirstily. SpitFire let them all quench their thirsts before satisfying his own thirst. With that out of the way, he made his way up the hill surrounding the pool on its left side. He knew it would make a perfect observing spot. He looked back at the- his- herd happily. Silk glanced up and trotted up the rise to him. He whickered and flashed his charming smile. Silk stopped beside him and nickered contentedly. SpitFire then remembered something he had to do. "Silk, will you be okay here for an hour or two?" Silk thought for a moment, suddenly suspicious. SpitFire sensed the tension and added, "I just need to establish the new borders of our land…" Silk made an apologetic face for her uncertainties. "Okay, I'm sorry. Must be hormones…" She made a sour face and SpitFire butted her neck gently, teasingly. She lifted her fore-leg and struck at him playfully. SpitFire neighed spiritedly and galloped off.
He returned after the stars had appeared and the light had vanished into darkness. He climbed up the rise knowing that just on the other side Silk, his herd, and the pool were waiting.
He nickered expectantly, but when no answer replied he decided the herd must be sleeping. He climbed the rise and gazed down at the other side. His cheerfulness soon evaporated painfully. He glanced around. The six mares were no where and Silk's scent was barely in the air. He angrily followed the faint scent towards the north-western border of his land. The scent became stronger and mingled with that of a stallion's. SpitFire didn't recognize the scent. He looked around and saw hoof prints stamped into the soft soil. They looked fairly deep, giving away they must have been galloping or cantering. Suddenly one scent became stronger than all the others, Silk. He rushed forward hopefully.
There were bushes and underbrush surrounding a clearing, far from his own territory. He cautiously gazed through. His six mares (he really needs to ask for their names! Lol) were standing huddled together. SpitFire looked for Silk, or perhaps the stallion who had taken them so easily. He made a mental note to keep closer watch on them that is if he got them back. Suddenly a sight caught his eye. He felt a searing pain at the sight. He couldn't believe it. He shook his head a few times, hoping his eyes were playing tricks on him. But no, there it was, right in front of him. There was a handsome golden stallion, with Silk. No I mean, with Silk. SpitFire tried to bring himself to look away. But then he realized that the golden stallion was Sun Rise. His, basically, best friend and his true love. In the flesh.
That's when one of the six mares spotted him. He gave her a sorrowful glance. He took one last look of the scene before letting his pain get the best of him. He turned, and left.
