Hoshor Plains [m]Begonia

He pursued, and while she didn’t ignore him, she didn’t slow her pace. His teeth gently pinched the tough skin of her rump, and it earned him a sudden squeal and a half-hearted cow-kick. 

She shook out her mane, and picked up a bouncy trot, flagging her tail. She kept one ear turned toward him, one eye watching to see how showy he might become. 

While she ignored stallion decorum for the rest of the year, she yearned for it when she was receptive.