Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

And then it was over. Completely and utterly over. Her tactic fell flat on its face; unsurprising. It had been too much all at once. It may have even been some wild effort to prove herself — to herself? to her long-dead husband? to the young stranger who was teaching her? It didn't matter. As long as she lay here, heart beating wildly, eyes focused on something other for the briefest moments.

And then

She breathed.

She breathed, the scent of sun warmed grass and dirt filling her nose, clearing her head. And then she breathed again, slower, more stable. Her heart rate reigned its self in, less of a wild stallion thundering across the plains and more of a tamer creature galloping with a desitnation in mind, slowing, slowing, slowing until she could think straight.

Green eyes looked up to him finally, seeing the golden fur above her again and calming the urge to wrestle herself free. I yeild, She claimed gently, now trusting that he would allow her to her feet.