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

hooves sink heavy against the earth as he trods closer. drifting slowly, a shadow creeping over warm stone. his ears tilting, tail giving a lazy swat in response to collo’s squared display. snorting. he’s got those same eyes, just with more scruff, more grit and marks scarring his roan coat.
wolf lowers his head and begins grazing alongside the stallion. rooting up a patch of grass, chewing it slowly, dust sanding between his teeth. blowing out a breath. know you gotta impress yer mares, his gruff voice is low and only for his brother’s ears. but don’t gotta act all tough on me.
a shared, knowing glance and he snorts with a half-laugh. grazing alongside colloseum’s flank, like they’re still boys again, waiting around beside the mothers who’d stood faithfully with their sire. at that, eyes flick to the mares who gather a ways off, flashes of color and curiosity. that said…
the words are something between mischief and resignation. betcha they’d blush real hard if ya reared up at me right about now.