Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

fancy had been there. of course she had. selenia was grateful for the addition of realistic information, her ears up and swung forward to listen.

fancy's last comment stole her breath. 

unable to speak, selenia peered at her own sides, then those of fancy; surely enough, there was a blooming curve to them both she simply hadn't noticed before. "oh, fancy!" she exclaimed, a bit overcome. 

"they'll be siblings then," the mare murmured, allowing herself a passing moment of imagination, where their herd grew by two and silverbirch stayed to help.

another pause followed. "is it worthwhile to reach the desert? we have water here. but big wolves killed — I suppose i'd take something smaller over what happened."