Sweet Grass nickered in unease, looking around him. He wasn't entirely used to being in a large area with other horses, not to mention with a lack of humans. The American Paint horse flicked his ears around, hoping someone would come and talk with him.
The young stallion flicked his tail at a fly and ran a hoof across the dirt.
Sweet lowered his head to take a mouthful of green grass, eyes forward and alert. He kept on expecting a human to walk by or call out to him, not entirely used to their disappearance yet.