Sleepy Fox Hollow hayride

The other advantage of having a man around was looking at one. The brutish architecture of a testosterone-filled man was something to admire, regardless of one's tastes. That muscled neck held a proud head, a strong jaw that could grab a predator and send it flying with a toss. His meaty rump was a haven of muscle strapped to cannon-fire legs. She'd be damned if the man couldn't kick down a frozen aspen with just one try- but she'd have enjoyed seeing such a feat nonetheless. The clopping of round, heavy hooves was music to her ears. 

The only off-putting thing was his concern. 

Fancy snorted. Do I look like I'm not alright? She asked, one ear flicked back. She flared her nostrils as she inhaled, and let them flutter as she exhaled slowly. Was just touchin' base with you, that's all, She hadn't expected him to come over for a check-in. Still- his genuine concern was something she knew she should appreciate- and not take in such a defensive manner. Old habits were hard to break. 

Sorry. A forced apology, but an apology nonetheless. Didn't mean to waste your time. She expected annoyance, but as she was in the process of incubating another living creature, she didn't have the energy to come up with a lame excuse.