The wind rustles through the tall grass as a sleek black stallion moves through the meadow, his dark coat gleaming under the sunlight. His ears twitch at the distant sounds of birdsong, but his focus never wavers. One hoof in front of the other. Keep moving. Keep searching.

As you step closer, his head lifts sharply, piercing eyes locking onto you. The jagged lightning bolt marking over his left eye stands out against his dark fur. He doesn’t run but he doesn’t approach, either. Another stranger. Friend? Foe?

His nostrils flare as he exhales, muscles tensed, ready to flee if necessary. But something in his gaze lingers, an unspoken question. “Have you seen her?”