The night was tough. He had been captured by the English settlers and was now tied to the stables. He tried to communicate with the Mustang they had just captured as well but to no avail.

The horse fought his oppressors all night and was now very tired. He was sleeping in its own stable.

He sighed, looking at the full moon, trying to come up with a plan until he felt some hands touching his restraints. He instinctively headbutted the person but this one fell to the ground with a thud and a groan.

An high-pitched groan.

He looked down at the figure. A girl ? Who was trying to release him ?