Porcupine Ridge the sooner you fools accept that,

last for me! <3

were he a third himself he might have boldly and lewdly offered the good miz ash paw a roll in the hay for all her fine work, once he was healed up enough to perform.
but there wasn't a sight of that in him now. only a yawning ugly void. colt was turning cold, and it weren't from the snow.
he grunted a little by way of thanks and goodbye, lying muzzle over forelegs and facing away from her.
but briggs wasn't going to sleep, and his red eyes bored into the wall of the den.