Sleepy Fox Hollow hayride

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the valley stretched wide before him, framed by towering mountains that loomed like silent sentinels. colosseum moved with purpose, his powerful strides steady as he trotted along the winding paths, ears flicking at every distant sound.

his breath curled in the crisp air, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents that clung to the earth. nothing out of place—no unfamiliar trails, no lingering strangers—but he did not let his guard down. the land was theirs to protect, and he would make sure no unwelcome presence threatened its peace.

pausing atop a small rise, he surveyed the valley below, eyes sharp and watchful. all was still, for now. but he would not stop until he was certain. with a snort and a flick of his tail, colosseum pressed on, his heavy hoofbeats muffled by the frost-kissed grass.