NEIGH!
DRAP-DRAP-DRAP!
The moonlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, casting ethereal shadows on the forest floor. The gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and the earthy scent of damp soil.
The rustling of leaves and the chirping of crickets created a symphony of sounds, and the occasional hooting of an owl added to the mysterious ambiance of the night.
As both horses Isla and Adam rode ran deeper into the woods, they noticed the intricate patterns of the tree bark, each one unique and telling a story of the tree's age and history, just the usual things they would notice when they visited this place.
The moss and lichen that cling to the trunks and branches seemed to glow in the soft moonlight, adding to the otherworldly feel of the forest.
Small critters scurry about, their rustling heard but not seen. They caught a glimpse of a fox darting between the trees, its russet fur shimmering in the moonlight.
