Sleepy Fox Hollow This love is gettin' kind of dangerous

"you were so fast, baby," selenia whickered to the excited colt. he was so much more — well, wild than his older sister had been. she was looking forward to seeing them interact. 

would pippin have liked the golden fields? he was suited here, her feral foal with flying hooves.

"you keep practicing, and soon you'll be able to ask the fawns and the elk calves to race," the buckskin went on as their gait slowed to a canter. "they're around. we'll see more of them as it gets colder. be polite, pippin. show them you're nice and much faster."