Emera stood proudly up on the ridge of the great plains she called her home. Standing on her first solo protection of the herd below her. She’d been training with the other horses around her age for sentry positions and she’d finally been selected to do her own solo guard. The sun was high in the sky and the plains were vast and open, so it was easy to spot a predator. But this was the safest time for the herd to be out and about during the day. Most predators didn’t venture this far into the plains, not with the forests that surrounded the area being a much better place to lie in and wait for something to wander in. But Emera took her new position very seriously. Her father before her had been one of the best senteries and protectors of their herd. Her family was rather unique to the other horses they shared a herd with. Unlike the rest of the horses around them, Emera and her family bore stripes unlike any other. Emera’s own coat was dark with painted spots with her stripes