Sleepy Fox Hollow Delta Dawn, what's that flower you got on?

Fancy could often be afforded the peace in the presence of the stallion. While her duty kept her senses engaged, she enjoyed these early days with Selenia and the foals, knowing that Colosseum watched over them and the paint mare who was typically close by. 

Nevertheless, any sudden change in his movement caught her attention, and when he lifted his head, she looked up, nostrils flared as she searched for the scent of anything that might be off.

He stared for a moment, and Fancy watched, her sudden silence cuing her daughter to return to her side. Another horse? Another stallion? Fancy was still in heat- there was a chance that another had caught her scent-

But a stallion might have merited a bellow from the man. When he moved forward in silence, Fancy snorted, to awaken the alertness of both the buckskin and the paint. Whirlpool formation, She said, nudging Flashy toward Pippin so that the foals could mill together- the eye at the heart of a spinning hurricane that would be the mares, if they heeded her advice and formed a rotating, protective ring around the foals.