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

colosseum chuckled—deep and gravel-rough, barely masking the pride under it. he turned his head just enough to catch the wink, the twitch of his brother’s mouth, and rolled his eyes.

reckon i should’ve, if that’s all it took.

his tail flicked once more before he threw a look back toward the band.

fancy grazing in her usual calm command. selenia coiled tight near the foals. sundown somewhere in the grass, too clever for her own good.

come meet the mares, he called, hooves already shifting in the direction of the band, voice pitched low but sure.

they’ll wan’ know your scent.

and just like that, he started walking—no fanfare this time. just that slow, heavy confidence of a stallion who owned the land and every breath that crossed it.