Sleepy Fox Hollow zaun

for @Fancy and @Selenia and their foals

colosseum’s breath steamed in the crisp air, his sides heaving as he took a moment to savor the weight of his triumph. the challenger’s retreating form was little more than a shadow now, slinking off to nurse his bruised pride and aching hide. with a final, dismissive snort, colosseum shook his powerful neck, his mane cascading like dark waves, and turned toward the true prize—the mares.

he paused for a moment, lifting his head high, ears swiveling forward to catch their sounds. the scent of them lingered on the breeze, mingled with the earthy musk of the land. they were watching. colosseum let loose a deep, rolling whinny that seemed to carry his dominance across the field, a clarion call that left no room for doubt: he was the victor, the ruler, the protector.

his hooves struck the ground with purpose as he began his approach, his movements deliberate and fluid despite his imposing size. each step spoke of power restrained, a predator among prey but with a gentler intent now that the battlefield was behind him.

colosseum’s nostrils flared as he reached the edge of their gathering, his dark coat glinting under the sun like polished stone. he let out a soft nicker this time, a soothing sound to temper the dominance of his earlier cry. his head dipped slightly, acknowledging their presence.