Hoshor Plains limestone ii

The buckskin would need say no more than what she had. At the sound of her snort, Fancy's head lifted, and she trotted forward with a buoyant prance to move to Selenia's side, following the woman's gaze out into the grasslands where a lone wolf stood and watched them. She bumped her shoulder against the buckskin's gently, before she stepped forward, jerking her head up three times before she snorted, arched her neck and uttered a shrill whinney. She did a half-rear, before she brought both forehooves down against the ground, hard enough to send a shock up through her leg muscles. 

She pawed the ground dramatically, sending clods of snow and dead grass splintering away from the ground. She tossed her mane and whirled, to prance a few paces away before she spun and trotted back, toward the buckskin, ending her approach with a buck so forceful it caused her to grunt. 

Once she was at her herdmate's side again, she stared back out into the wilderness;

she believed she had proven her point. She was armed, healthy, and would defend her herd against the wolves should they press any closer.