Caution, Hot Tempered Mini.

Caution. If only she could wear caution tape around her neck. She was tiny, only 9.2 hands high. She was a shag ball, her coat was a muddy color of brown, her face was covered in a awkward looking star. Her left eye was the normal shade of brown, her right was the brightest of blue. On her back, tiny legs were two white pasterns. She carried herself proudly, her head held like a elegant Arabian would do so. Her shaggy tail was lifted up, letting it flow behind her. If only she were as big as she felt. She was in search of a herd, a herd to protect her from any of the elements and creatures that were indeed larger than herself.

Leala knew she was small, she just didn't want to believe it. Everything seemed to tower over her as she panicked slightly. Oh, she mustn't show any fear. Stallions, wolves and cruel mares would eat her alive.