Jumbe and Sala Chapter 1 Unlikely Companions
He trotted off as sala lay on the ground, patiently waiting. it seemed like he had been gone forever when she finally spotted jumbe trotting back, a fresh kill in his mouth. it was a steenbok.
Chapter 29: Back to Square One
As they passed spyro merely looked then turned to trot onwards. he walked for a while, seeing nothing.
The Wolf Mother's New Child
Luna trotted behind him and gently took hold of the fabric constricting his tail. she gave it a pull and the pants suddenly slipped off. logan whimpered in relief.
MLP: Rise of Nightmares pt 2
Rainbow lifts her wing and looked upon her scar as she trotted along. she returned facing forward as she walked towards rarity's. "no sir. but i barely notice it much anymore."
The Cracked Mesa Irregulars: part 5
The white bull grumbled to himself as he walked out of his room, a messenger bag slung over his shoulders trotting down to the hall and flopping onto a chair yawning again.
The Sylarium : Part 6
Still curious, he trotted back to the dining hall. zedryn was still lounging around, finishing his meal. he looked up at thorolos and cocked his head.
Care Bears Family Adventures, Book 2: Chapter 13
Fauna heard the trotting and looked over her shoulder from the couch. "hey red snout. come to join us?" red snout trotted over to the side of the couch, "watch what?"
Cadence of Memories
The alicorn trotted up next to her, smiling. "that sounds delightful." a gentle breeze blew through the trees of ponyville park, carrying the sound of rustled leaves across the air for the ears of the ponies who trotted through it.
Jumbe and Sala Chapter 3 You Can't Go Home Again
He turned around, trotting away, his nose raised to the air, sniffing out the hyena in season. he followed his nose for several hundred yards before finding what he was looking for.
Tales of Colt Joe:Arrival
Two brown ponies,a mare and a colt,trot along eachother's side as they make their way down a pathway that's surrounded by a large amount of trees.the young colt pulls a cart filled with books,writing suppiles and beds.while the older mare pulls a smaller cart
Mistaken Identity (chpt 1)
She sighs and trots silently underthe heavy spruce branches that are weighed down with snow. shes like a beacon standing in the snow, black pelt and all, but the weird thing is the blue markings she holds.
Pride
I stand here for those who are bullied and trotted upon forced to be your puppets. i am through with you. you who beats on the weak and trot upon all those who fight for their right to be happy.