The horse leads his pack through the forest. Wild, free, and proud, they track their prey along the lands. The horses do not rush, they do not need to. Let the foolish food tire itself out. The alpha horse allows a brief pause for his pack to drink from an icy stream. A few moments pass before he whinnies towards the full moon, commanding his pack to action once again.
• 100% ringspun cotton
• 4.5 oz/y² (153 g/m²)
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
• Quarter-turned to avoid crease down the center