Don't get too close
The changing winds of seasons are almost unnoticed as they remain in their own world. Created with lingering gazes and soft touches. Kind words and girlish giggles. He removes his muzzle from her flesh but gives nothing else in his position. The emerald gems that are her eyes open casually. Meeting the light sapphire of his gaze. You don't have to stop, she jokes as her rump nudges him. The grin on her lips tempting him to continue.
Then she strides forward, he reaches to nip at her rump. A twist of his head sends his silver locks to fall heavily. She is quick to lunge forwards and for a moment he is blinded by the impenetrable forelock hanging over his eyes. A quick flick upwards of his muzzle returns his vision. The multi-patterned flicka has all but disappeared from his sights. Stopping his forward motion, his black ears twist forwards. Eyes wide in wonder at where she had gone so quickly. Nostrils flare to capture her sent wafting from the southern forest border.
He's quickly leaps forwards. Keeping his nose towards the scent of the mare. The field of flora and cavern behind him now as he crosses into the shadows of the dense autumnal forests. An uneasy feeling overcomes him as the daunting scent of another also lingers here. It's presence more purposeful. A warning. He calls out to her as he weaves between the pillars of trees, "Kuma... Kumaaaa... Where are you?"
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