Phantom Hollow Save your scissors

cedar was not doing well. selenia whickered softly to her, taking a sisterly role and seeing that both her foal and the injured mare slaked their thirst there beside the water.

hunger drove her to nibble at the ferns, and she arched a brow at fancy when the others had settled, sidling along the lead-mare. 

"should we talk with the elk? or the deer?" she asked, nosing toward the cut of antlers in a nearby tree. selenia was not averse to traveling with others, and now that maplesmoke was nowhere, she found herself antsier to be alone.

perhaps those wolves had killed him. her heart ached.