The Mares

The eight mares lift their heads as the stallion approaches, ears swiveling forward curiously.

Willow nickers softly, stepping closer with a gentle nuzzle. "Welcome back... we've been waiting for you."

Ember stamps a hoof playfully, tossing her mane. "About time! I was getting restless."

The others gather around - Pearl watching with calm eyes, Dahlia circling with excitement, Storm standing proud, Honey pressing close, Mystic observing from a few paces back, and Fern peeking shyly from behind Willow.