Once upon a time, in a beautiful forest, there lived a herd of wild horses.
In this herd their was three new foals. Each one had different parents, but each foal looked the exact same. The only difference in between the foals were their manes. One had a striped mane, while another had a long mane, and the last one had a curly mane.
The foals hadn't met each other yet, nor did know of each other yet.
One foal was the lead horses' son. One parent was white, while the other was brown.
Another foal was the daughter of two black horses.
And the final foal was a son of a sleek grey horse and a chestnut.

By the time the foals could hobble around, it was winter. Heavy, white snow fell on their long winter coats.
As food was scarce in winter, the foals had little to eat. They were only two weeks from the start of winter. Already the other horses had started to grow skinny. Only the foals were a little bigger.

The wild horses' herd were growing tired. They had lost a few of the other foals, but the 3 young foals were still up and moving.
They were ploughing through the snow looking for a new cave to rest in. The foals were now almost two months old.
The herd finally found a large, dry cave fit for the winter. They went inside and rested. While the horses slept the main horse watched for predators.
Suddenly, just as a gust of wind blew inside the cave, the main horse smelt the wolves climbing the hill to the cave.
The lead horse let out a loud warning whine. All at once the horses were on their feet, they ran through to the other side of the cave and out the second entrance.
The horses ran straight through the snow, not worrying about the cold snow on their feet. The snow grew thicker and thicker until the foals could move no further...

...As the foals started to slow, a young wolf nipped one of the foals. Red stained the black foal, the blood dripped from his leg onto the snow. The foal's blood gave the wolves a scent. When the foals slowed again the father of the injured foal ran to the back, where the foals were slowing. The foal's father stopped in front of the foals and urged them to keep running. The wolves were in front of the father-horse. The father-horse's sharp hoofs kicked out at the wolves. They tried to sneak around them, but the father-horse was too quick. The father-horse kicked out so wildly, that he didn't see the cub sneak between his back legs. The cub jumped up at the horse's flank and bit deep into it's flesh. The bite bleeded endlessly. The father-horse ignored it and kept striking at the wolves. The father-horse was weakening, the wolves could smell his and his foals blood now, they were drooling wildly. Then, as quick as a flash of lightning, the father-horse kicked one of the cubs. The cub soared through the air and hit it's limp body against a tree. It fell to the floor, the wolves forgot all about the horses. They ran over to their cub. The father-horse finally saw his chance, he ran as fast as the wind. He was almost upon his foal, when his leg gave way. The father-horse had tripped on a branch and he fell to the floor. As the herd ran, the wolves ran back after them, this time not for teaching, nor hunger, but from anger. The wolves ran towards the herd, when the father-horse gave out a long, high-pitched whine. The whine was a warning sign. The wolves herd the horse to. They turned their direction away from the herd. They were going after the father-horse.

The herd ran for two whole days until they finally stopped. They hid in yet another dry cave. The foals lay down weak with hunger and exhaustion. The mother of the injured calf trotted up to foal and licked it's blood.
The lead horse and some other horses went and found food, then, after everyone ate, they went to sleep.

The wolves were still hungry, even though they had just ate the father-horse. They went back to their cub and the mother fed the injured one, then the healthy one. The wolves slept for a few minutes, when they got the scent of the injured foal's blood. They ran after the scent, the father carried the injured cub on his strong back.
They ran for some time, until they found a cave. The scent was strongest here......