Stone Circle ironblood

The man stilled in his tracks, as did she, falling motionless a moment after he did. His movements were not threatening, rather, appeasing, and her own tail began to move at her hocks in careful benign interest, ears perked. She saw his eyes now, glowing with a colour she would have likened to seafoam had she ever seen the sea. She took half a step forward, the man beyond their borders suddenly become intriguing, when Cebra arrived at her rear and took a threatening stance. This she noted with a flick of her ear, though her own easy stance did not change.