Sleepy Fox Hollow mafic

It took all of her willpower to remain still- relatively still, anyway- while Selenia went into labour. In between contractions, she would roam a bit, maintaining a border around the pine grove where Selenia's efforts began in earnest. When she heard her friend's breath catch, she would stop and wait for the telltale grunt that meant she'd pushed again. The filly at her side kept up with her mother's movements, though she didn't understand why it was that her feedbag was occasionally pulled from her grasp. 

She heard the sacred whicker- the first greeting from mother to child, and the sweet coltish grunt that meant the foal lived. She realized as soon as she was invited to see the foal that she didn't truly care that it was not a filly- a healthy baby boy was just as welcome, and equally adored; he would secure Selenia's bloodline in the future, no doubt. 

She drew in a sharp breath at the sight of him. Well lookit that! She whispered. Oh, Selenia, he's gorgeous, look at those legs! She had to squeeze her vocal chords shut to keep herself from squealing. Knees on him like an oak tree- he'll be a fine dancer someday, that's for sure, She affirmed. And true to her observations, the colt began to lunge. Already! Selenia you make 'em strong, girl! She whickered.

It took her a moment to remember that her friend had made a request- the foal himself proved to be quite a distraction. She might normally have flared her nostrils or made some remark about the smell of the bison- but she was easily swayed in the joyous moment. Bison, sure, Came a reply that was somewhat flippant, though she gave a bob of her head to ensure that she seemed sincere. Better bison than elk, anyway. Colosseum might have something to say of it, but she didn't consider him, in that moment. Pippin Twofeather was too frickin' adorable for her to think straight.