Sleepy Fox Hollow umber

The sorrel filly danced in the coltsfoot that swayed in the playful breeze. Fancy whickered in amusement, and went back to grooming @Selenia’s shoulder.

You know what? I think I’m gonna call her- 

The breeze came up, over her friend’s withers, and the scent it brought made the mare stiffen. First- blood, addressed with a harsh snort intended to fetch the attention of all equines within earshot- a warning to any carnivores if they brought the scent with them. 

But then came the scent of a stallion. Maplesmoke, She breathed, her breath fanning over her herdmate’s shoulders. She looked for @Colosseum. Their sire, She spoke, an advisory that might inform his actions.

Her daughter, spooked by the harsh snort, returned to her mother’s side. She ushered her daughter in between herself and her herdmate, and looked off into the wooded area, conflicted between the affection she held for the stud, and the dread she had of bloodshed.