Hoshor Plains [m]Begonia

if anyone had expected maplesmoke to take part in raising the filly, or doing anything beyond protecting the herd as a whole, they would be disappointed. he kept far from silverbirch and her mother. his interest in the mares he had so far collected had waned considerably once they had settled upon the plains. the stallion was far more interested in the growing scent of wolves everywhere.

the bison were aloof to all things; maplesmoke tested their resolve (and his own) with frequent skirmishes along the outer limits of the collected bulls when he was feeling especially daring. as he grew bored of this game (more likely the bison grew bored of him and did not show as much posturing his way) he went for a trot across the grassland.

this was the moment he noticed the invitation in the grass; if that was what one would call it, anyway.

he rounded back to where he'd found the strong scent and whickered, feigning interest in the grass nearby as if it were somehow delicious, and made a point to stomp at the dirt, as if demanding who has done this? but the only mare he could see now was fancy.