Sleepy Fox Hollow whistle tones

her head and ears follow him as he rounds her, cautious of the space between them, eager to maintain it. she could see the strength in his form as he paraded around her, corded muscle rippling through his shoulders and haunches. a big bastard, this one, but he made no true effort to flaunt himself. a wise decision, she thought.

sky-blue eyes meet chocolate, assessing. her nostrils flared, billowing air from her chest. she figured that she knew what he wanted—whether he would get that was undecided. her hooves drag beneath her, twisting to face him headon.

"sundown."