Sleepy Fox Hollow [M] The Ballad of Lonely Bear

Everything blasé about her behavior was false. Internally, she wanted closeness, to run alongside him, to give in- and to demand as much from him as he could possibly give, to ensure that next year’s goal might glean a little bit of his roan genes. 

She thought momentarily he might snake and begin to herd her- instead, he whipped his head back, cracking his tail like a whip. She’d found a patch of green clovers. Her ears were pricked when she paused to chew, but she looked quite content to continue snacking in this area where green shoots were coming up everywhere. 

She turned her hind end to him, whisking away imaginary flies, offering glimpses of pink flesh before she continued to roam forward, one step at a time- still invested in eating as many of these clovers as she could.