The brisk breeze of the morning awakened the pale colored mare. Stretching her large white wings, Io slowly made her way to her feet. She had slept well, it had been a quite night. Looking around her herd, she noted that many still slept. It was not unusual for Io to be up even before the sun. She had slept in this morning. While the others slept, Io liked to explore. Though she had roamed these woods since she was a foal, she still found new places and creatures that surrounded her home.
Her hooves fell silently to the earth as she moved away from her herd. What would she find today?
With the snow melted, and his eyes wide awake with the cold of the morning stinging them slightly, Abiron was in a ridiculously chipper mood. The stiff wind made the bones in his tangled mane hit against the side of his neck, and it traveled down his nostrils and burned his lungs. There was nothing more exhilarating than the cold of the morning.