Sleepy Fox Hollow rhyolite

Stallions all had ego and attitude- nothing Fancy didn’t expect, and certainly nothing she couldn’t tolerate in exchange for safety. Nevertheless, she knew better than to have high expectations for any of them- the tides turned often when rival stallions came looking for an opportunity. 

She would be indifferent if he lost his position- but perhaps less forgiving if he disappeared and came back again. For now, scolding him further might just drive him off- a risk she was not willing to take. 

She bobbed her head in an answer and whisked her tail so it slapped against her growing side. He should stay.

She wished for a filly. 

She moved off to graze hungrily. Finally, she could eat without constantly having to be on guard.