It was a while after the man walked away through the snow before the girl raised her head from the horse's neck. The horse's ear flicked back, then the large black beast turned its head to regard her.
"He's right you know," she said quietly. "It's much too cold to be crying here."
The beast snorted softly in response and lipped the girl's shoe.
"And you're right too... We've always been alone. But we've got each other. At least sometimes."
The horse's head turned, ears perked, and then the girl heard it too. A bird call. The horse nickered softly and looked at the girl again. The girl gave the horse her slow, sad smile and shook her head.
"No, we've lost him, haven't we?"
The horse blew out a breath and started again, out over the frozen lake. The girl resumed her position laying on the beast's neck, and neither cared when the ice began to crack.
Who's the man who has been chasing them?
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