Sleepy Fox Hollow Rose gold

The sorrel chortled merrily. She recalled how little she had enjoyed sharing grazing grounds with the great bovines. The skin between her nostrils wrinkled slightly. It was the smell that I disliked the most, She admitted. Otherwise, the bison had been tolerable enough in nature. 

Her ears flicked forward and she shut her eyes for a moment as her mane was gently tugged. Uttering an appreciative whicker, she turned her neck so she could nuzzle beneath the mare’s heavy mane in circular patterns with her upper lip. 

The elk’s bugling continued; Fancy’s tail hissed like a whip and she stomped one hoof in annoyance.