Hoshor Plains Lichen

selenia groomed cedar's mane, hoping to calm the young mare.

"let's move into the forest, please," she asked with shuddering coat. "silverbirch and cedar will both be safer if we're less visible."

but selenia would not press. this decision was made by the lead mare and band stallion.

she tucked her filly close with a low sound of reassurance, feeling nausea curl in her throat. surely maplesmoke had planted another foal that he'd want to protect, two if nature smiled on both she and fancy.