Hoshor Plains limestone

As usual, Mallow deferred to Selenia's judgment; Fancy and Maplesmoke were now a part of their herd.

It's nice to meet you, Fancy, she said, her tail swishing at her hocks as she turned towards their lead-mare and greeted her by touching muzzles. Although it felt strange following another, she knew their chance of survival increased if there were others. With Selenia's foal about to drop at any minute, they needed all the support they could get; she would not leave her sister. I will stay, she said, informing both horses of her decision.