Sleepy Fox Hollow whistle tones

her puffs into her neck. there are teeth at her shoulder, coaxing, coaxing. she does not leave the intent behind it unansweredacquiesces him, taps him with the side of her muzzle before raising her head to groom him in turn, pick away at the loose hairs clinging to his withers.

he wanted, and she would give. his, until he gave her reason to depart from him. his, because he has earned a sliver of her respect in his performance. she inhales his scent, and then someone else. multiple someones, to her disappointment. it was always a pity, the greed of stallions. she tries not to allow that fact to cloud her image of him so soon.