Hoshor Plains Lichen

The reality of the situation was grim. While she felt Cedar might have some inkling of her likeliest outcome, she sensed that the mare was frightened, and would do everything in her power to remain alive. For her, it would mean being protected by others until she healed- if she healed- but Fancy knew where her own priorities lay. 

Selenia had a goal, and there was a chance she might have conceived; the two of them might be carrying foals. At this point, if they were attacked and forced to flee, then there would be no helping poor Cedar. 

”Wolves like forests, too,” She said, her voice toneless. Woodlands had a bouquet of smells- enough to cover the scent of a wolf. They could circle in close, use the forest to their advantage. She sighed. ”But we have to get out of the open for now. We’re too exposed,” she said. 

Her gaze searched for Maplesmoke, who had not yet appeared. Her ears pinned for a moment, and she drew in a breath so she could flare her nostrils and expel it a moment later. ”Let’s go.” She said with a flick of her chin, gesturing with her muzzle toward a dark line on the horizon. 

Their stallion would have to find them on his own- a task he was likely quite capable of. But in his absence, she would steer them so as to give them a fighting chance.