Hoshor Plains sediment ii

"Ahhhh, colt's teeth!"

The sorrel snorted as the two equines moved into a series of valleys, one after another wedged not only between mountains, rivers and lakes- but wolf packs as well. Nostrils flared, she eyed the horizons, where the earth lifted and dipped in rolling hills, for any sign of the predators that she could smell heavily in the area. 

"There are just as many wolves here as there were in Winterburl," She muttered, canting an ear toward @Maplesmoke. There was no scorn or criticism in her remark that was directed at the stallion, what she had uttered had been a mere observation of something she was sure the dark bay was already well aware of. Fancy had a penchant for being the first to state the obvious. 

It was just as they rounded the top of a small knoll when Fancy stopped, ears flicking forward and head lifted. For a moment, she just stared, motionless. A herd of bison roamed in the valley below, grazing on whatever grass they could paw out of the snow. A muscle twitched in her withers, as if a nerve was telling her to turn and bolt, but she knew the grumpy, obstinate bovines could be a safe harbour for a pair of travelling horses. Her ears flicked back, pulling the skin tight across her forehead, making her eyes bulge lightly.

"Bison? I hate bison more than-"

And then she saw it- like a pearl amongst stones, a horse. Her ears swiveled forward again, and her expression softened. She turned her head slightly so she could eye the horse from a distance, noting the telltale bulge of her sides. She exhaled softly. She felt jealousy, and pity simultaneously. She flicked an ear toward Maplesmoke, to gauge the stud's opinion.