It smelled it. The sweet aroma of fresh hay and grass. Fresher than the frost bitten plants the herd had been grazing on recently at least. Eagerly, the foal hopped in place. It's dainty hooves made soft CLACK CLACK CLACK sounds against the pavement while still being shielded by its mother.

The mare neighed loudly and stomped her hooves, but even she could not resist the tantalizing aroma.

Perhaps if the lady humans took a step or two closer she would be willing to intercept....