The small village busily scurried about under the evening sun. The long grass surrounding the dirt circle that was the village swayed harmoniously with the gentle wind flowing past. Smoke poured heavily from the tips of the indian's teepees as they hurried to cook their meat. They always cooked their food before nightfall, due to the lurking wolves that took pleasure in murdering the owners of delicious deer meat at moonrise. The horses knew this also. Their manes flickered as they pawed the ground in apprehension. Night was nearly upon them. The indians knew just as well the horses did that they were severely late. A brown and white paint mare turned to a black and white paint mare. "This isn't good." The black and white mare grimaced. " 'Tis terrible! The wolves will come. They gonna get eaten, those people will. The children first, then they will take down the men. The women will cower, flee, get chased, get eaten." The brown and white mare rolled her eyes. " You exaggerate. Such a thing could never happen."

She couldn't have been more wrong.

When night fell, the wolf's howl sounded. It's icy echo peirced the calmness of the night. The horses, some asleep, some awake, heard it. All at once their heads shot up to search the horizon. Ears flicked nervously and nostrils flared  in panic. Breeze, the black and white mare, felt no fear. Of course, she was nervous, but not afraid. Rain, on the other hand, reared. "Ah! wolves! woooolllvvveeessss!!" She hollered noisily into the night. The others rolled their eyes and smiled in amusement, despite the shaking in fear. Breeze eventually grew bored of the noise. "Shut yehr trap! You'm only going to attract them with that clattering and your great stink of fear! Hush!" Rain fell silent and placed her hooves back on the ground. Breeze looked dismally at the rope binding her to the pitching post. Even if the wolves did attack them, they would not be able to flee. The Indians would be snug in their tents, while the horses were torn to shreds. After a few minutes the horses had fell completely silent, ears perked for any sound that could indicate wolves. Not even the grass made a sound. After a while the horses had begun to close their eyes, lie down, turn to the next and start a pleasant chat, anything they wanted. They had realized the wolves were not coming.

At midnight, they had fallen asleep. Soft snores drifted over the camp as the moon glowed down at the oblivious creatures below. A lithe shape slipped stealthily between tents. It's nose quivered as it picked up the scents of many a person, and a flock of four or five horses. It licked it's lips and signalled to the pack waiting apprehensively behind. The group surrounded the sleeping bundle of horses tied tight to a pitching post. One, the largest, crept forward. He crouched, and leapt on the lying down stallion. The stallion's brown coat splattered with blood as the wild dog dug his claws into his hide. The stallion gave a shrill whinny and shot up. Two more leapt on his shoulders and snapped at his fronterquaters. The stallion reared and bucked, braying noisily all the way. The other horses had obviously awaken by this stage, and were now being worried by the wolves snapping at their hocks.

Breeze, being snapped at by two wolves, tugged tightly at the post. She whinnied in panic and reared. The wolf took this advantage and leapt at her stomach. She quickly came down as the wolf was close enough, and landed her hooves on it's back. She pushed down in a frantic fury until she heard the satisfying snap of it's spine. The other wolf leapt at her neck. She went to roll over, but the rope was too short. A gagging sound emitted her throat as the rope tightened. The wolf continued to snap at her shoulders. Breeze writhed madly, the rope tightening all the time. She whinnied as a great snap sounded and she fell free. The rope drooped to the floor. Breeze shot to her hooves and bucked, sending the wolf flying across the ground. The wolf turned and ran. The other wolves, seeing their leader flee, followed closely with bloodstained jaws. After a few minuted the horses had recollected themselves. Breeze shook the tufts of wolf fur from her coat and turned to her freinds. Rain stood shaking and  licking a deep cut on her shoulder. The brown stallion that had first been attacked lay still on the floor, staining the floor with a deep red liquid.

All looked in horror at the motionless horse on the ground. Rain started to say something, but nothing came. Breeze looked into the sky sadly. She couldn't beleive how fast that had happened. Just seemed a few moments ago, people were cooking food, but now one of their best freinds lay dead. The people hadn't even moved yet.

"Breeze, you got out of the rope, go and get the people!" Rain called, knocking her from her thoughts.

"Ah,um, okay..." She stuttered quietly, not sure of what to say. She trotted up to the nearest tent. She had no owner to call for, so she would get anybody. She stuck her head in one of the teepees and whinnied loudly. The family inside startled awake, the baby started to cry. She withdrew her head and trotted back to her freind Rain. The village people poured out of the teepee, beginning to scurry about the horses, checking them and mourning the death of the stallion. Breeze simply stood in the middle of the clearing, nobody bothering to check her. Every Indian in the village simply said,'Shes not my horse, I don't need to check her.' But, seeing as she was the villages horse, Nobody saw how she was ever to get by being overlooked all her life.

Breeze sighed. The babbling around her became white noise. Her eyes closed and she forgot all about the sad world she lived in.

She was a foal, running about a feild, whinning happily. The other foals ran in circles around eachother, but ran away every time she tried to join in. They all ran about with the village children, while the village men shooed her away from the weapons they were building.

Her best freind Rain pranced next to her. A village man, whom she knew as 'Little stream' or something like that.... Came up to them. Rain whinnied happily as he got on her back and kicked her. They strode away happily, leaving Breeze alone as rain began to fall....

Breeze shook her head. She honestly despised this place. Nobody payed her any attention. She pictured herself free, without wondering if she ever would get riden or run. The sun had risen, it's warm glow heating the cold ground. Gentle shades of gold and pink streaked the sky. Birs tweeted merrily, getting the woorld back into tune. Breeze weaved her way between the crowd surrounding the horses. The camp had filled with people and it was difficult to get around. Eventually she found herself face to face with Rain. Rain smiled but it sooned faded when she saw the sorrowful look on her freinds face."What's up?"

Breeze smiled and nuzzled her neck."It's been fun, but I'm going to go now." She smiled, trying to enlighten her freinds deep loss, but nothing could heal the look of rage on her face."What? after all this you just... leave?!" She whinnied angrily. Breeze rolled her eyes. Despite being freinds, she knew Rain often had little mood swings. Rain seemed to be having a tantrum today. Breeze had to step back.