The Last Gathering

As autumn's golden light filtered through the bare branches, the herd gathered one final time before the long journey south, their breath forming silver clouds in the crisp morning air. The white mare, their steadfast leader, stood alert and watchful while her companions grazed peacefully in the amber grass, sensing the season's urgent call to move. With a gentle whinny that carried across the meadow, she would soon guide them away from this sacred place, leaving only hoofprints and memories in the frosted earth.