Hoshor Plains sediment ii

Occasionally, she would turn one ear back toward Selenia as they moved away from the herd of bison, but her primary focus was similar to Maplesmoke's- to put distance between themselves and the smelly creatures with great, humped shoulders, so that there would be no concerns of them giving chase. He held watch as the two mares ambled along, and she patiently feigned interest in a patch of grass here or there so that the buckskin could grab a mouthful. Had their situation been more urgent, she would have herded the woman along- but on a day like this, they had no reason to exhaust energy that way. 

Once they put a reasonable distance behind them, Fancy slowed so she could walk side by side with the mare. "I'm Fancy, by the way; lead mare," She said. The arching of her eye frame asked of there would be any objections. She had been lead mare before- and even while travelling with Maplesmoke, she still kept up her responsibilities, in spite of having no other mares to lead. "That's Maplesmoke. What do we call you?" She asked, casting her glance toward the buckskin. She had a coat like cornsilk, and raven-black in her mane and tail. Good conformation, and as far as Fancy could tell, the only thing noticeable about her gait was the gentle roll of her belly from side to side as she moved.