Hoshor Plains Lichen

The day the bay mare stumbled was the day that Fancy made up her mind- and sought out @Maplesmoke and @Selenia, nostrils flared and crown lifted with urgency. Cedar- the quiet bay mare, had been stung by a bee, and in her haste to buck, had stepped into a gopher hole, and fell forward to the ground, dropping as a dull, loud crack sounded. 

Fancy knew the sound, and she knew the peril the bay felt as she squealed and heaved herself to her feet, favouring her left fore. Her ankle began to swell almost immediately, and the mare began to shudder and sweat. 

Fancy reassured her, told her to press closer to the bison and keep her weight off it. 

Thus, she went to the two others, and shook her head. Out of earshot, she still spoke in a low voice. 

”We need to head for higher ground,” She urged. ”There’s more wolves hanging around every day, Cedar hasn’t got a chance if they see her with her ankle like that,” She said with a sigh. She didn’t have much of a chance if anything came after her, now. She looked to Maplesmoke. ”We need to move.”