Phantom Hollow Save your scissors

Fancy flicked an ear toward the mare, though her eyes continued to track a lone sparrow that flitted through the woods. It was so quiet, she could hear the fluttering of its wings over the rippling river. 

A moment later, she registered what Selenia had asked, and snorted softly. A glance told her that the question was serious, and she remembered that Selenia had survived for some time under the protection of the bison. ”If you have any luck talking to elk, let me know,” She drawled. ”Then again, deer’ll flee at the first twig snap. If there are wolves in the area, they’ll know, but they won’t stick around.” They would be dropping their fawns now, too. She shook out her mane and considered Selenia with a longer look, before she gave the mare a slightly skeptical smile.

”I’m not used to considering other beasts as herd,” She said, reaching for a mouthful of green. ”Though their stories aren’t too different from ours,” She admitted.