Hoshor Plains limestone

She lowered her head to sniff at some fresh deer droppings. While it was a relief to see that other herbivores thrived in this area, it also meant that eventually, they would draw the attention of wolves; winter made them desperate and foolish, more willing to take risks and target larger prey in an attempt to survive. Fancy grazed constantly, ripping up short, dry grasses and lifting her head to scan the plains as she chewed. 

Selenia had been keeping some space to herself- and had been in sight a moment ago. The sorrel knew that she had likely just gone to the river, and yet she didn't like the idea of letting the pregnant mare out of her sight. If they were divided, they were weaker. She preferred to keep the band closer together when they had yet to get the lay of the land. She would trust Maplesmoke to assess the area, and search for routes to take if they ended up being chased- but for now, it was her job to make sure that their little herd remained intact. 

She sauntered up the light rise, and as soon as she caught sight of not only Selenia, but another horse, she snorted in surprise. The other- a grulla- looked like a yearling, and by her demeanour, she was well known to the shy buckskin. At first, Fancy guessed this might have been the foal she had dropped last year, by the way she held tight to the mare's side. 

Another young mare would be a welcome addition, she thought; but it would still be best if she was in the know about such things, so she moved forward to interrupt their reunion, but with gentle interest on her features.