It had not escaped Jörmungandr's notice that Azazel had been spending less time with the herd that she used to. Before giving birth, the buckskin herself was prone to moving to and from the herd but she had the excuse of being about to foal. Azazel, on the other hand, she wasn't sure. Was it just her settling into her normal routine that had been offset while she found her bearings in a new herd? Had Jörmungandr accidentally offended her in their chat or brought up memories she now couldn't squash? Perhaps the impending inevitablity of foals running around the forest was too painful for her to endure given her own loss. Jörmungandr is not sure and is cautious of broaching the subject with the black mare. She hopes Joukahainen might lift her spirits and not send her further to despair.

She had just turned her head to encourage the pale colt to his feet when the familiar form of Azazel appears in her side view. She isn't entirely sure the girl is going to stop and swings her head back up to call her over just as the black mare notices them and walks over. She nickers a friendly greeting to the mare but ultimately stays quiet while she gets a look at the pale colt.

Joukahainen blinked and huffed a sharp breath as his mother turned from him to greet another horse. He quickly found his feet, tilting his head to look at the stranger with his good eye. She does not look like either of his parents and he is confused as to why her body is so dark in comparison. Hers eyes are a strange colour too, he notices. She looks at him and says something but he can't quite grasp what the words mean. He does know he likes the sound of them though and issues a happy bleat of approval.

Jörmungandr chuckles, both at Azazel's comment and the ridiculous noise her son makes. "Not too soon I hope". She notices the black mare looks skinnier than when she last saw her, the opposite of what is to be expected in the turn from winter to spring. She puts off questioning if she was alright for the moment though and steps aside to to nudge Joukahainen. "Jouka, come and meet your aunt Azazel" she coos, pushing the boy fowards by the rear. Lifting her head and gaze back to the black mare, she smiles proudly, "Azazel, meet Joukahainen". The pale boy casts his mother an apprehensive sidelong glance and then steps a little closer, reaching his pale muzzle up towards the strange mare.