Sleepy Fox Hollow umber

When Maplesmoke came into sight, her lips pulled tight. She tracked his lameness from the ground up, noting that the limp came from a combination of wounds. They stifled his movement, and the low carry of his head, distant look of his expression changed him; she’d seen him born, and had watched him grow- but he was nearly unrecognizeable now. 

Colosseum would handle their interaction. Fancy turned her attention to Selenia and the foals, keeping them both close. She’d sent a glance to @Sundown, too for she felt wary of the attention the scent of blood might draw. 

Fancy can be skipped unless addressed <3