Sleepy Fox Hollow This love is gettin' kind of dangerous

the sun crested the rim of the hollow like a golden crown, and pippin wore it proudly.
wobbly legs no longer buckled beneath him—they sprang. they launched. every jump sent dust puffing up around his pale hooves as he tore crooked little circles through the grass, tail a fuzzy banner behind him, ears too big for his head flicking wildly with every bound.
ma! he belted, voice cracking sharp like a colt much older than his days.
he kicked his hind legs out behind him in a flurry of joy and nonsense, nearly tripping over himself, then caught balance again with a snort and a shake of his head.
ma, did you see that?!
he didn’t wait for an answer. already lifting into another half-hop, half-buck, already winded, already thrilled.
a clump of flowers met his teeth as he stumbled into a graze mid-gallop. he snorted it out and pranced sideways, gangly and proud, circling back toward @Selenia with wide eyes and wild steps.