Sleepy Fox Hollow zaun

colosseum approached the mares with measured caution, his large frame moving deliberately as he slowed his thunderous gait. the lead mare, fancy, met him with the fierce declaration of her strength—a squeal and a powerful double kick that sent clods of earth flying. he stopped short, muscles rippling beneath his dappled coat, head lowering slightly in respect for her show. it was her herd, after all, and he intended to honor her authority.

he returned her outstretched muzzle with his own, meeting her briefly before pulling back to give her space. her soft snort and calm nod were met with a low rumble in his chest, a greeting from deep within. well met, he murmured in his deep, american drawl, voice steady as the earth beneath their hooves. his ears flicked toward her herdmates, noting their caution.

when the tawny mare stepped forward, colosseum greeted her with equal care, sensing her watchful nature. her compliment, though shy, earned a slow nod from him. thank you, he replied, his tone warm but deliberate, aware of her hesitance. his green eyes flicked briefly to her flanks, the subtle motion of the foal within not lost on him.

he lifted his head slightly, his voice carrying an assurance meant for them both. ain’t interested in killin’ your foals, he said plainly, his drawl steady as he met each mare’s gaze in turn. the words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. he couldn't say the same for the appaloosa.

colosseum took a step back, giving them room, his posture relaxed but still exuding the quiet strength of a protector. he knew trust wouldn’t come easily, but he was in no rush. the herd needed reassurance, not force, and he was willing to prove his worth with patience.