Sleepy Fox Hollow aint nothing in this world for free

her reply draws the narrow of brown eyes centering upon her. giving a jerk of his head in response as he saddles away some few feet, haunches twitching with a bubbling tension.
tail swatting at his hindquarters when a phantom itch came rippling to life against his dun bitten coat.
that so? he grumbles in response, tossing her a indifferent look. n’ does he know that? a genuine inquiry. his brother had never been the type to answer too well to rejection. but who did? it was a gnawing wound for anyone, wolf figured.
her comment draws a low huff from the aged stallion. low in his throat and not quite a laugh but not quite dismissive. ain’t no lead, miss. wolf says. colos m’ brother. let me hang ‘round ‘cause i didn’t want his mares. n’ still don’t. his gaze hardens on her. briefly looking her over, and it’s hard not to stare longer. something about a bay roan with that fiery, dangerous look in her eye set the man in an uncomfortable corner. tail like a whip, mane set loose over that wild eye.
he flicks a ear and starts to head off in the opposite direction. won’t hold ya up, then.