Sleepy Fox Hollow This love is gettin' kind of dangerous

he certainly was fast, though he'd be faster once he learned to use all his breath for running. selenia kept her pace, even slowed it a little — oh, no. she was hurrying again, but pippin was fine, sailing ahead.

hardy little thing. she was proud of him, that emotion standing proud in her dark eyes.

still worried he'd bruised himself, selenia soon caught up, gait even at his side and neck arched, slowly guiding her colt in a wide arc back toward the herd.