Sleepy Fox Hollow foolish men

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the scent of a herd is heavy upon the valley, but selune has no interest in haughty stallions that rule their mares with an iron fist. she prefers her vagabond ways—grazing wherever she pleased without completion, sleeping beneath the stars with no one beside her. 

taking the valley by storm as if she owns it. hooves thunder and leave a trail of dust and grass. the mare cantering with a confidence untamed, a fire in her eyes that meant trouble. she'd only rest when she found a spot to graze. claiming it as her own—and she'd defend it as such, too. 

neck extended as she chews away at the blades of grass, ears turned sideways. soft snorts escaping her with each slow, lazy step forward, though her guard was never down.