Sleepy Fox Hollow hayride

colosseum lifted his head at the sound of fancy’s call, ears pricking forward as he let out a deep, rumbling whinny in response. he moved at an easy trot, powerful strides carrying him toward her through the crisp morning air.

as he neared, his sharp eyes scanned her over, searching for any signs of distress. you alright? his voice was steady, tinged with concern, though not overly pressing.

he slowed as he came alongside her, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of the cold grass she had been chewing. whatever it was, it hadn't sounded urgent, but still—he would not ignore her call.