Fox's Glade Stilled

his pace slowed until he stopped a respectable distance off from the yearling, tail offering an outgoing swish. by appearances alone he thought her admirable. she towered over him to the point he fear he might get a crick in his neck if he stared for too long. she had a youthful flare to her complexation, and her voice that of an evolving adolescent. she was still young, though he imagined she was around the age when kid's started to fly the nest and assumed that she had recently dispersed.

he parted lips to ask a question when he swore he could have felt the earth shake beneath him. he turned to catch sight of what he thought was a hippo approaching...oh wait, it was just a pregnant woman. she came barging in with her balloon belly and raging hormones and unwanted words. ah, mothers everywhere collectively ruining his fun.

he leapt a few paces away before turning back towards the pair, honeyed eyes dancing between the two of them. one was sculpted like a greek goddess, the other like a beached whale. he opted to remain where he stood, silent yet curious of what would come from the interaction between the three of them.