With the thought of the season and newborn foals fresh on his mind after Aileen's recent surprise birth, Rhaego had come to watch the Vanner mare closer over the recent weeks... watching her belly grow increasingly rounder. Honestly he had very little experience with pregnant mares, births, and newborn foals. He'd left his birth herd right at the time that little ones were being born again before he took up life as a bachelor, traveling with a band of other young stallions and spending little quality time with the opposite sex. He certainly hadn't been present throughout the entire gestation of a mare... not till he had began ruling the Dale.

The burnished and pale-pointed stallion had noted that Psychotic seemed almost anxious as of late. Whether it was simply just her nerves and the natural anticipation of the nearing birth that drove her to act that way, he didn't know... for all he could know it may have been entirely natural. And perhaps it was only because he watched her closer and noticed more... maybe Aileen had been the same before she had suprised him with little Calandra. It was entirely possible, he'd decided.

The warm autumn afternoon had called to Rhaego that day, for once not to pace and patrol, but to enjoy the pleasant weather. He'd been busy lately with tracking down the equines who dared to breech the Dale's borders, but now he was resting - standing half-asleep in the deep shade of a cluster of grand cedar trees, one hind foot lazily cocked. The sparsely gathered herd lay a short distance away - milling about and grazing for the most part. He'd been dozing off-and-on for some time when something stirred him to attention - the scent of blood.

Rhaego's ears laced at first, his mind racing as he glanced furitively around for the source. He looked to the mares scattered across the gently rolling slopes, his dark gaze lingering over each one for a second before moving to the next... searching. Initially he could not see the Gypsy Vanner, but after a moment he did see her - standing over a small form in the grass. Raising his wedge-shaped head in surprise at the observation, Rhaego snorts lightly, hesitating only a second before he stepped out from the trees' shadows, the large stallion broke into a slow trot towards the new pair with eyes and ears pressed intently forward.

This would be the first foal born of his blood and he was curious and distinctly hopeful. He wasn't sure of exactly what for but a strong and able foal was a start, for he certainly hadn't enjoyed the awkward moment when he'd attempted to get Aileen's newborn to stand. But Calandra had not been of his own genes... so this one, Psychotic's and his should be more capable than that; with such superb genes, there was really no other option was there? Yet as the bay dun stallion draws near, he sees the leggy bay foal struggling to gather herself and stand... not yet succeeding.

A faint scowl began to darken his expression, his trot slowing to a slow and measured walk. "What keeps... her.... from standing?" He scents at the air cautiously, noting the gender of his firstborn, but for the most part he seems more interested in the reason for the filly's difficulty standing.... and how it pertained to him. Eyeing the his daughter and then Psychotic, he hesitated and wavered to halt a few yards away.