She knew he was getting old, but that did not concern her. She herself was older than she felt, she was ageing quickly, for her small size. Her legs carried her over the rocks, though in places she struggled because of her diminutive size. She snorted as she fell and slid a little way, but leapt back up again anyway. "Ashton?" she called, her little blue roan head lifting as she finally spotted her huge love.