Razor + Rain

Sorry about the picture camera was really bad :)
This is Razor and this is his story:

A shrill cry of a foal in the night the sound that un-nearves heards and worries mares.
A mustang foal lost hurt and terrified.He previously belonged to a herd just north or the grazing lands of Spirit and his herd. One day at dawn a bear appeares the stallion of the herd is killed along with 5 mares the remaining mares flea exept Razor's mother who fought to the death to protect her foal. Razor escaped with only a scare over his right eye and fleas from the medow. Alone he wanders through the night untill he stumbles upon a herd. This herd just happens to be Spirit's. Wandering closer and closer he is discovered by a mare sleeping near the edge of the herd.
Not beging able to see much the herd stick close togeather and Spirit paces up and down listening.Razor approches a mare it's rain. She starles but quickly comes to realize that a foal is staring back at her wide eyed and terrified
She comforts him and a bond begins to form.

There was also a rumor that fleaing from the medow rhe was captured by a clan but escaped shortly after dark. This is the reason he has the feather in his mane.

Yes I know this is a compleatly RANDOM story but it just came to me so there you have it.....
I will probably draw somemore random Razor pics or maybe someting else.......!! I would be gratefull if you commented :)..