Hoshor Plains sediment ii

fancy danced. as she postured maplesmoke kept his head turned so he could watch the many bison bodies while also keeping the buckskin woman in the corner of his vision for a short time. he could have cut her from the bison herd if he were interested enough to do so; he thought himself brave enough to try, but there were a great many of them, and tendrils of wolf, of blood in the air.

when his mare friend ended her display with silence it was maplesmoke who whinnied, lifting his head up so his mane could fly, and then reaching towards the pregnant stranger to imply she should come out of her hiding place. one of the bison squared their shoulders to him and he flared his nostrils, ears forward, watching.

when he moved inward a step, the bison did the same and then stood as a bulwark, perhaps misunderstanding what was going on between the horses and finding offense, but maplesmoke thought it too dense for such a complication. he stamped the dirt and stood tall, watching.