Sleepy Fox Hollow whistle tones

his nose bumped her, pink on gray, and she responds with half a squeal, a single foot raising to paw the ground in a large arc. her head tosses, ears flitting and hooves shifting, moving to the side, then close again.

calm. settling. he retreats now to do what he did not earlier. parades before her with pride, and seeing him once more, she cannot find it in herself to blame him.

he is built like a beast, but a handsome one. handsome enough to excuse his boasting. sundown nickers in response, knocks her head in what appears as a nod, and she comes forward again. ”good.”