Sleepy Fox Hollow pyroclast

"dear one," selenia said, swinging round with her ears cupped forward, "why don't you come tell me about your travels."

their little band was slowly growing, though she glanced again for the stallion and a third time for the one who had lost.

it was quite likely he might show up again, but selenia for now was weary of devoting all her attention against such things. leisurely she preened silverbirch's shoulder, hoping to relax her daughter after all the change.