She is alone.
She is alone. Twist had been right there, she only looked away for a few moments when the human had brought her a biscuit of lucerne, because Twist is always right there at the rails opposite her when she looks up and where is Twist? Where is he?
Yara whinnies, frantic, and kicks up loose sand as she abandons her meal and explodes into a trot, nose thrown over the railing.
Where is he?
Patrolling up and down the length of the yard ra...