cave. Nothing was there.

He lowered his head, chin wobbling. Where are they? Are they safe? Were they captured? More ideas and thoughts formed in his mind, some crazier and more extreme than others. Were they eaten? Abducted by aliens? Shawn snorted. He wasn’t thinking straight. Stamping his foot, he felt something, and it wasn’t a rock.

A soft and frail squeal sounded; it echoed and ricocheted against the hard stone walls. Shawn bent down and searched with his muzzle for the foal. He nuzzled the colt’s cheek. By chance, and with a little tender loving care, this colt might make it. “Jasper.” He whispered.