Sleepy Fox Hollow zaun

sorry for the wait D:

colosseum stood still as the words of the mares washed over him, the bulk of his shadow casting long and steady across the small herd. his ears tilted toward fancy, attentive despite the enormity of his frame, and his dark eyes flicked briefly to the foal and selenia before returning to the lead mare.

your stories are your roots, he rumbled, his deep voice steady and thoughtful, like the weight of the earth itself. i will not trample them.

his gaze softened as it lingered on the young filly peeking out from behind her mother, her uncertainty plain. his neck arched slightly as he lowered his head, a gesture that was both mild and reassuring.

i have no questions, he continued, his tone even. but i understand my duty. this herd is mine to guard, and i will uphold what is right.

colosseum shifted his weight slightly, the ground beneath his hooves crunching faintly. his gaze swept over the mares again, landing briefly on selenia before settling on fancy once more.

you have my word. he said simply, the gravity in his voice underscoring his words. then, with a deep exhale, he let the silence fall, steady and unyielding as the mountains he seemed to embody.