Sleepy Fox Hollow pyroclast ii

wasn't it nice to have a stallion? this was something she had told herself often as of late. she stepped back as fancy's display sundered the frigid air, bobbing her head in approval.

a rumbled note, almost an equine growl, joined the lead mare and colosseum in intensity. they were a united front; where a single wolf walked, more surely followed, and selenia was disinterested in discovering this truth again.