Hoshor Plains shale

She thought she sensed a bit of anxiety from the mare, and she could understand why. The scent of predators was in the air, and at times she saw the glint of their eyes in the dark. They were watchful of the great bison herd, and the horses had begun to rely on their presence as if the moving mass of bovines were a fortress. 

”When the grass is greener,” She said. ”We’ll move to higher ground when there’s enough to eat up there.” All a hypothesis- it was Maplesmoke’s decision, but Fancy felt he would listen to reason. They would be more protected in the wooded areas up the slope than out in the open, she felt.