Sleepy Fox Hollow foolish men

sundown wasn’t stupid. she knew the rules of herd life, even if she was reluctant to their heirarchy. but she wasn’t some unruly child who didn’t understand a warning—she had moved, apparently just not fast enough for fancy’s liking. and now, the older mare pressed in.

sundown felt the weight before she felt the pinch, the way fancy’s body crowded against her, cutting off any real chance at a proper kick. smart, but sundown had never needed brute force to get her point across.

she let out a sharp snort, ears flicking back, but she didn’t lash out again. instead, she stepped off with a fluid grace, tossing her head just once as if shaking off the touch, a ripple of tension rolling down her golden hide. she shifted just far enough to appease, just far enough to show she wasn't really looking to brawl with a mare she'd just met.

a breath, slow and measured, then a glance—half-lidded, assessing, sharp as the sinking sun. fucking relax, she'd not even done anything. then, just like that, she went back to grazing. unbothered. unhurried.