A calming breeze raced across the canyon at full speed and slammed up against Christian. He instinctively closed his eyes, though he didn't shrink away or even move. This was his spot, damn it. From atop this stone, on this knoll, he was King of the world! That is, until he had to attend to business or grab a snack, then there was a break.
Once the wind died he looked around at the blooming flowers and breathed deeply, feeling relaxed from head to hoof. He cantored to a patch of wild flowers, keen on getting a nibble when a little paw appeared before his snout.
"Hold it right there, buddy." A peeved hare glared him down. Christian's eyes crossed trying to keep him in his sight's. "I heard you knockin' around on my roof. Ya, it's not a boulder, it's a den, and I says 'It's alright, he'll leave'. Now you wanna eat my garden? Huh, do ya?" The hare bounced back and held up his dukes. "You'll have to fight me for it!"
Christian stared....
...
...then stepped over the hare without a word and chomped down on the first flower he saw.
Then the hare attacked.
Sali was in one of her braver moves, largely thanks to all of the time she'd spent with that strange red mare, Flann. Or at least she had been that morning, when she first set out. She had wandered pretty far from her new home in the mountains and her old desire to hide had finally caught up with her.
