Sleepy Fox Hollow the fruits

The scent of the herd is here- but the yearling spotted only one mare grazing in the open. Silverbirch appraised the grazing- optimal here, where the sun began to summon verdant new blades from beneath the yellowed strands of the last year.

So she grazed along the fringe of the clearing, ambivalent to the presence of the other, though she was not experienced enough yet in the art of being coy; one ear often flicked toward the other, and she would glance over whenever she lifted her head to chew. 

Curious yet considerate.