O Melhor watched Tallynne, but he did not move. He felt her muzzle brush against his skin and he saw he move to go lay down in the brush. He had never seen a mare birth before and as much as he wished to know how it worked, he first needed to protect her. With a sigh he moved close to her, lowering his head to breath on her neck, drinking in her scent. He was nervous, he did not know what would happen. He knew there was a chance that she wouldn't survive, and he hoped would not happen. Hopefully her foal would be healthy as well, with bright eyes and steady legs. Although he would watch the foal fall before it was able to stand up, he still hoped it would stand up. A foal that stayed down would never get up, if it couldn't at all.

The coffee colored stallion lifted his head but stood where he was. His eyes searched for anything that might be troubling, for anything that would not be safe for his love. Even another mare, even a friend, would be herded away. Tallynne needed quiet and not someone else nagging her. He doubted they would, but O Melhor would not take that chance. With one last glance at the gypsy vanner, he braced himself to guard her.