Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

A stallion?

Silverbirch’s curiosity grew when she realized that this horse was different from them. She remained at her mother’s side, but peered now out past her mother’s chest so that she could see him. The wild tangles of his mane were long; his scarred neck was proud and thick, his voice was low. She snorted softly and flicked an ear as the lead mare apologized to her mother, but continued to ogle the stranger while the sorrel ranted on and on.

”Momma,” She whispered, lifting her muzzle up toward her mother’s ear. ”Does he have the thing you told me about?” She said, lifting one of her own hind legs and then settling it back down onto the ground. She looked back toward him again- and from where she stood, she couldn’t really see anything special.