Sleepy Fox Hollow zaun

Silverbirch had ever seen between two stallions, she felt riveted, mortified, impressed and frightened all at once. She remained by her mother's side like a shadow, trying not to be too obvious about her nervousness, but all the same she winced and flinched at each strike, and squealed with each blow. For a filly raised the majority of her life without a stallion present, it was so much more violent than anything she'd ever seen amongst horses. Fancy was all mare stare, nips and snorts, but these stallions were genuinely trying to hurt one another!

She remained close to her mother's side when the stud approached, relieved that Fancy moved forward and established some level of respect. Her heart thundered, knowing that her mother and Fancy would give everything to protect her- Winterfox as well, likely- but that this stallion had come close to knocking the daylights out of another stallion, and she didn't want to see the same thing happen to any of the mares, or herself. All seemed fine, once the mares greeted him, until-

"ain’t interested in killin’ your foals,"

A choked squeal came from the filly who promptly disappeared behind her mother's rump. 

Stallions KILLED FOALS?! It didn't matter that this guy said he wouldn't. But would others?

I'm almost a yearling! She piped, her voice trembling, still poorly hidden behind her mother.