Sleepy Fox Hollow zaun

colosseum shook his head, mane tumbling over his scarred neck as his ears flicked back toward the filly's squeal and forward again to the mares. his muscles shifted beneath his weathered hide, each movement deliberate, a reminder of the power that coursed through him. he was not here to bow, nor to yield.

the laws? his voice was a low rumble, steady, but not without a note of curiosity. i know the laws of stallions. strength holds the herd, but it’s wisdom that keeps it whole. i don’t kill foals. his gaze lingered on fancy now, sharp and unwavering, as if daring her to question him further. tell me your laws if they're different. i’ll hear them.

he stepped forward a single pace, just enough to make his size felt without invading their space. his eyes, dark and knowing, swept briefly to selenia, catching the tension in her form and the protective stance she held over her daughters. he snorted, a soft exhale that stirred the crisp air around him.

i'm no threat to what’s yours. but if this herd runs under my lead, i’ll need to know the rules you follow. his tail flicked, and his ears pinned back for a moment before swiveling forward again. speak them now, or let’s decide what’s next.