Sleepy Fox Hollow piltover

another? neither mare was in season, indeed with the evidence of the last one swelling glossily at their flanks. selenia could scarcely believe it, staring at fancy and then at the place where stallions meant to clash.

"never," she murmured. even if the hierarchy of the band changed today, fancy would remain their lead mare.

tense, apprehensive, and yet curious, the buckskin mare moved to their gentle promontory, her liquid eyes settling on the man who had called and then his challenger, both prime creatures, both hardbound specimens of equine masculinity.

but only one would succeed here.