The mare

The mare, mother of the herd.
She stands amongst her kin as they dance amongst the grass, her eyes never straying from the horizon.
Her children do not go far.

Dust clouds blur lines between the sky and earth, at night they will see smoke and the glow of firelight in the distance.
She had seen it all before.

Had the herd not fled from the east, would they know what creatures brought this flame?
If they moved again could they outrun this beast forever?

West, along the river, that is where they will go.