Love Story? Nah.

Snowshoe snorted and padded through the field. This was her territory. Her land. It belonged to her. And now she had to guard it more; being in heat was a pain. Snowshoe let out a annoyed whinny and lay down. She sighed, nibbled on some grass, then began rolling around. Her tail, which had been pinned to her rump, was now flying through the air, her heat sent being carried through the wind.