Hoshor Plains sandstone ii

With a snort, Fancy’s head lifted and her nostrils flared. The cat, wiry and wily, stalked them with desperate hunger written in its beady pupils. She sought out Selenia first, and moved to bustle them closer together, her withers quivering with energy. 

The pregnant mare was very close to giving birth- Fancy would not stand by and see her be chosen as the weakest link. 

Maplesmoke would have the most powerful kick and menacing jaws- it would be up to him, as he raced into action. Fancy kept her eye on the cat (grateful that they did not hunt in groups like wolves) and pawed the ground with a sharp hoof, tossing her head so that the cat might not mistake them for being easy prey.