Hoshor Plains it was red

"it's swallowtail," selenia breathed to mallow, wide-eyed as the same mixture of relief and joy touched her eyes. her voice rose a second time; come to the bison!

her hindhoof stamped impatiently; she wanted to run to swallowtail but the warm protectiveness of lead-mare and stallion kept her close now.

and so selenia was only restless, cantering back and forth as the bison separated around her and parted further on for the approach of who she hoped was indeed their sister.