Sleepy Fox Hollow pumice

Colosseum shook his massive head, a soft snort escaping him. Never met an elk or deer, he admitted, his voice low and even, as though it carried the weight of the earth itself. But bison— his ears twitched at the thought, I’ve spoken to them before. They’re… steady. Wise, in their way.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting hers. Running with bison, though. That’s something. Takes a strong heart to keep pace with those giants. A flicker of a smile ghosted across his lips, fleeting but genuine, as though he found some admiration in the image of Selenia among them.

He shifted his weight slightly, his tone softening. Guess we all find our way with who’ll have us, don’t we?