Sleepy Fox Hollow piltover

same w selenia <3

it was with a sense of failure that selenia continued to pull any tangles from silverbirch's mane, glancing toward winterfox with a deep gratitude in her eyes. "thanks for tending her. i was —"

enough then. gaze recaptured the warring stallions, skin shuddering as the buckskin drank in fancy's focus upon the stallions.

her foal shifted.

"sometimes," she said to her daughter. "sometimes they bite and kick and squeal until one runs off. but just because he goes doesn't mean he won't try to come back and steal one or all of us."

that was a good part of being a mare, she wanted silverbirch to understand. "but whatever happens, fancy will still be lead. he'll need her."