Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

The bit of news did them both good. Spirits were heavy after losing a herd mate. She hated to think that Cedar had been a sacrifice- but she knew the way of the wild, and the mare’s chances of survival had dropped drastically when she had caught her ankle in a gopher hole. It stirred resentment within her, to acknowledge that she had kept Cedar around knowing she might one day save Fancy, Selenia and Silverbirch by being the weakest of the herd. She could only hope Equus might forgive her for it.

Some day, it would end up being her role. All horses did, eventually. But for Fancy, Silverbirch and Selenia, that day could wait.

We could try. She said, not yet willing to shun the idea altogether. She drew in a breath to hypothesize more, but it was cut short when a scent triggered a memory, followed by a whicker. She jerked her head up and gazed across the meadow toward the stallion who approached.

She breathed out a hot, heavy snort; dragonsbreath on the cooling air. Her ears flattened back and she drew away from Selenia’s side to paw at the ground, with great, graceful dashes of her hoof. 

Colt’s teeth! She snorted. And where, in Equus’ name, have you been? She screamed with a toss of her wild mane.