Sleepy Fox Hollow Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?

for @Sundown and @Fancy: @Selenia welcome, ofc!

colosseum moved through it like thunder in the bones, head high, ears twitching, the pale mare at his side.
sundown.

he’d taken her scent and let her take his. the dust hadn’t settled between them, not fully—but she followed, and that was enough for now.

the air changed as they neared the grove. familiar. guarded.

he stopped atop a low rise and turned his head to the wind, chest swelling.
then—

a sharp, cutting neigh tore from his throat. 

@Fancy.

he knew she was near. her scent clung to the bramble, to the moss-slick stones and brush freshly trampled. always watching. always just beyond.

he stood still now, tail flicking once, letting the sound of his voice echo into the vale.

sundown beside him.
a new piece.
one the lead mare would judge like she did everything—with eyes sharp as stones and silence sharper still.