Sylvia stopped in front of the two-room tents. One of the rooms was used for sleeping, and the other for supplies. She owned this very large piece of land, although all there was was a forest with a mountain in the middle. The mountain had a waterfall leading into the lake used for bathing. Sylvia wasn't poor, but very rich. She just never even used her money, wich was all in the bank. Well, it wasn't her money, anyways. It was her parents.
Her mother was a very rich woman who was concerned about the enviroment. She went toi a buisness meeting once to meet Sylvias father. The two of them decided to buy the land, then decided to live in it. They had the horses, and the horses had children. So the horses wer passed to Sylvia, their only child. They let her live in the medows, but they still provide a little help with their money. Once a moth, her parents fly over the mountain in a helicopter and drop supplies next to the lake.
Sylvia grabbed the box of supplies and hauled it into the tent, her wolf floolowing, Songbird and Glorie drinking from the pond.

A man galloped towards Sylvia on the back of a tall bay horse. The Lone Rider, he was called. His strong stallion slowed. He bent his neck fancily and pawed the ground. He whinnied to the other horses.

She smiled and turned, solar oven in hand. She set it on the grass and stood up again, "Hello?"

"Hi." He dismounted his horse and stood.

"One second." She disapeared into the tent and returned with a dead deer in her bare hands. "Anything you need help with?"

"No. Just stopping by, actually to see if you needed help with anything."

She thought for a second, "Well, acually, I don't need that much help at the moment." Surprised at her own words, she threw the deer at the wolf, who ate.

He nodded, "Well if you do ever, I am willing to help."

She nodded, "I'll be sure to find some way to contact you."

He nodded, "I could show you where I live, it's not far from here."

She nodded, "I haven't hiked in a while."

"Are you going to ride your horse right?"

"Theyve had enough exersise for one day.

"You can ride behind me."

She nodded, "Ok."

He whistled and the stallion trotted over to him. He swung up easily in the saddle and held his hand out to help Sylvia up.

She moundted, "What a eautiful stallion."

He grinned, "Thank you. His name is Cheveyo." He nudged his heels and Cheveyo started off at a nonbouncy trot.

(sorry, i spilled soda on my keyboard a while ago and sometomes the bottom keys dont work properly, especially z, x, c, v, and b. other times its just me mesing upXD)
She smiled, blushing.

Cheveyo broke into a rocking canter and he extended his pace, with no direction he rode through the forest and into the valley. The rider stopped Cheveyo and dismounted, there was a log cabin and a fire pit outside of it, there was not much there, no one else lived there in the valley.

(oh, and she has a crush on him)
"Its nice here."

"Thank you." He helped her down off of Cheveyo then removed his bridle and saddle. Cheveyo galloped off up into the mountains while he started a fire.

She looked around, drilling the map into her head.

He went into the cabin and got a pot. He whistled and a big dairy cow came over, he milked it then went over to a garden and got some vegetables, he dropped everything in the pot and then got some herbs and a little meat. He stirred the pot, cooking stew.

She smiled at the cow, "Wish I had one.'