Sleepy Fox Hollow piltover

I’m back, I’m back, She whickered softly as she greeted her mother, happy to be fawned over. To the bay mare, she turned, so that she might vouch for the kindly mare’s disposition. This is Winterfox. She found me when I got separated me, Fed me and weaned me, but lookit how prime I am now that I’m Eatin’ grass, huh? She said, trotting in a circle to show her belly and hindquarters which had certainly filled out. 

Great, dull, clacking sounds came from the stallions as they jousted, piquing the filly’s interest. Do they fight to the death? She asked, deeply invested in this morbidly curious affair.