Tallynne was ready to pop and O Melhor made sure to stay by the pool he had found. She had stayed their for days on end, never leaving the spot. It could only mean one thing: the foal would be coming soon. The coffee colored stallion moved to the watering hole to grab a drink, glancing over at Tallynne. She seemed fine until he finished and turned around. She was standing in the same spot and looked annoyed. Her hoof met the ground a few times and the stallion hurried over. "Tallynne! Is everything okay?" He asked, stopping a few paces away from her.

Could the foal possibly be coming? He had never seen her this way before and it made him nervous. Usually the mares from his father's herd would show annoyance and grunt. Then they would move away from the forest and to the mountain, letting the rest of the herd know that it was time. Tallynne wasn't going to any mountain, but he was sure it was time. If not, she was probably in pain and dying. Shut up, O Melhor.

With a concerned nicker, he reached his muzzle out to Tallynne.