Wooly sighs, enjoying the cool shade the tree helps provide from where he’s sitting. It’s his favorite tree, one where he spends most of his time when he’s not with Amanda. It also happens to grow his favorite food, peaches.

He plays with the fuzzy fruit in his hooves idly, simply holding it as he watches the branches sway in evening breeze. The colors of the sunset peek through parts of the leaves, leaving him and the grass in a wonderful shade of orange and yellow hues. He sighed, still brushing against the bark of the tree while his body settled against the wood. He was safe here.

The moment is so calm and serene, he doesn’t notice you approaching.