Hoshor Plains shale

Fancy did not often cross paths with the bison, preferring to graze alongside the herd rather than in its midst. On one occasion when she had been stopped in a particularly nutritious patch of grass, a few of them had overtaken her on her far side- and with jerk of her head and a pin of her ears she had made it clear that she preferred not to be enveloped by them- and that she would hold her ground when she found good grazing. Otherwise, there was peace, and there was safety in numbers. 

She was not pregnant, like Selenia, and yet she ate fiercely. She was welcoming of the woman at her side, and gracious enough to summon her when she found a good patch of grass to nibble at. She kept an eye on the broodmare's state, and flared her nostrils when she saw something like a limb press up against the woman's belly from the inside. 

"She'll be running on flat ground soon," She said. "You must be only about a month out now, hmm?" She asked. She could smell that change was coming; it would come for them both, she knew, in the welcoming green of the Spring season.