First of Summer

It's been a long time since I had been free and I watched as more and more as those I knew, slowly became tame and lost their spark of wildness.

Thunderbolt snorted, tossing his head as he ran wildly across the pasture. Stopping, he reared into the air, ears flattened against his skull. He had once been wild, completely free, and he did not now how he had end up at this place, but he hated it. Thunderbolt hated being contained, all he cared for was to be wild, and that was it. He spotted another horse in the pasture, and he quickly trotted over towards the horse. "What is this place?" Thunderbolt said, looking at the dirt road not too far off, looking for people.