Sleepy Fox Hollow king of the hill

Ah, the testosterone fueled males and their ways. She had been the subject of wooing; the top tier and the mares priority of jealousy for many months now, his actions did not faze her. Alaska pondered on what had him so upset; was it truly because of what the stallions and mares had said to him. Empathy ran through her veins just as much as her father’s blood and yet the alabaster mare couldn’t not remain wary and stay positioned at a respectful distance. 

At his words she remained silent, her thin ears propping forward to catch his words before faltering gently back in indecisiveness. She did not agree with some of his statements, at least not at the very beginning, but perhaps it was because it was too hard to hear the truth from an outsider. 

Was she an outsider now, too?

”Ease yourself,” She insisted. “Continuing on in agitation will lead you nowhere.” Slowly, Alaska continued forward. “Where do you plan on going now?” Despite her mind very well yelling at her to stop moving forward and remain a respective distance, she abided by her own rules now. 

No... no more hiding herself behind walls of uncertainty.