Sleepy Fox Hollow hayride

woah, woah, colosseum murmured, his ears tipping back slightly, not in irritation but in reassurance. he hadn't meant to step on her pride.

didn't mean to offend, he added, shifting his weight, nostrils flaring as he took her in. she looked fine—strong, capable, sharp as ever. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t ask. just… wanted to make sure you were okay. a glance at her belly.

he wasn’t one for unnecessary words, wasn’t one to pry, but he also wasn’t blind. mares could be stubborn, but he knew better than to let that stop him from looking after the ones he ran with.

he huffed, a quiet, almost sheepish sound, then turned his head back toward the valley. not a waste of my time. his tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. he meant it.