Hoshor Plains it was red

She raised her head, still chewing on a mouthful of dry grass as Selenia called out into the wild. She inhaled a long draw of cold air, exhaling a soft puff of mist; she’d wondered if the buckskin had caught scent of someone. It would have been nearly impossible- over the scent of the bison nearby. 

She began to lower her head, willing to tolerate a bit of calling (so long as she didn’t go on for hours and attract too much attention) but jerked it up when there came an answer. Her breath hitched and she lifted her head high, ears flicking as she caught the sound of hooves echoing across the plains. 

The voice had sounded almost panicked; Maplesmoke loped around and circled, and both Twofeathers bustled. She could sense nervousness and excitement and planed her ears as the bison moved away from the others, coming a few steps too close to the sorrel who squealed and hopped two stiff steps toward them, head lowered and ears pinned to ward them away from her. 

Maplesmoke circled in the space between the two mares and the approaching stranger, and Fancy moved in to gently but firmly cut Selenia’s pacing and drive her back toward her sister with a shake of her neck. ”Settle,” she said. Mallow pawed the ground, but she looked eager. 

A quiet request was voiced to Maplesmoke. Fancy looked to him and nodded; she would stay with the others and make sure they stayed together if he was willing to go and greet the stranded mare.