Sleepy Fox Hollow will you sing for me, even when i'm gone?

her gaze travels, surveying, until she catches movement in the dark. a grullo coat nearly hides him, but movement and the final rays of light give him away. that and his scent, when she drops her head in curiosity of him. a snort, the soft flare of her nostrils.

it does not last—her ears twitch backward to sound. there is thunder behind her, hoofbeats that shake the ground they walk upon, bounding forward for her. she knows it is him before he arrives, smells him against the wind.

she withdraws from the ledge, pivots to brace against the breeze as he closes in.