Hoshor Plains empire now

Maplesmoke had attended her through her heat, and now his attention was on Selenia who had come into season only days later. They might birth around the same time next year, she thought. 

Alongside her was the quiet bay, Cedar, who had joined them not long ago. Side by side, they stood and watched; the scent of wolf had begun to grow. Little Silverbirch was the herd’s weakest member, but their most treasured as well. They would protect her, and currently, she had the protection of Maplesmoke and Selenia. 

”Colt’s teeth,” She cursed quietly when she caught sight of the wolf. ”There, North-East of us….Watching.” A hearty snort, a puff of dragon’s breath lingering on the air a moment before it disappeared; acknowledgement of the wolf’s presence.