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Date Posted: 18:57:25 06/15/01 Fri
Author: Maharani
Author Host/IP: proxy1-external.nwbtn1.ct.home.com / 24.4.252.42
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*Greyenne does not ingress, for she is already there, but watches the stallion discipline the colt. She knows not his name or the name of the rambunctious creature who so harasses the mares. She would cheerfully take it upon herself to be disciplinary...just not today. She watches for a moment longer, and meanders towards the stallion. Funny hormones, those minute amounts of chemicals that trigger those funny changes, those funny things she will never know exist, only that when the sun shines long hours on her back, that breeding season is abound. She stops a few yards away, as if she had inexplicably lost interest, and drops her head to graze, also, without much interest. She looks at the herd, and curls her lip towards her nostrils. The particular levels of estrogen in the urine and sweat of a few of the other mares reveals their secret - they are pregnant. Such information is useful to her, as it is usually the mare with a foal who discovers where her aggression can get her, and thus forms a habit of being dominant. She flicks her tail, nervous dung piles scattered around the Safari area...there was a fight. This too, is useful, as is the angry scent left by more than a few members of both herds.*

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