Hoshor Plains cowboy like me

Already learning from Fancy, Mallow paused to observe her surroundings for any danger and found nothing. Her focus returned to the lead-mare, and she exhaled softly through her nostrils, feeling comfort from the other's confirmation.

When the story continued, she became enthralled with it; it was unlike anything she'd heard before, and she devoured every word like it was a delicacy—until they got to the part about the Hellhound. She felt a shiver run along her spine at her mind's image of the beast, and her eyes grew wide. She quickly sought their immediate surroundings, expecting the creature to materialize right then.

"Am I gonna get in trouble for giving you nightmares if I tell you the rest of this?" Fancy cut in.

Mallow shook her head; it was a blatant lie. N-No! I'll be fine! she promised, her voice wavering.