Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

he had been gone too long.

his reception was mixed, and he did not take kindly to the look of fancy or her tone; stomping and huffing his displeasure.

there were wolves, first. there were stallions after that; warring with me, keeping me away. maplesmoke moved closer and around them, showing off his nipped and scored hide.

see? they wanted selenia, and the filly. and he had kept them away, but the wounds had also made him bait to more dangers. was that not obvious? but the look of fancy made him wonder.

where are the others?