Wind Dancer

The obsidian vix watched from within the shadows.She stalked out,snorting as the sun hit her.She looked 'bout her,looking for the lead here.A shrill,trumpeting bugle escaped her kissers.She stood waiing,her ebony plumage slashing at her hocks.She snorted once again and began grazing,thorns pricked,listening for a response from the lead here...