Tarek's heart is pounding in his throat and it has nothing to do with prior apprehensions about finding a safe home. This is about something far more frightening. Fatherhood. Tarek hasn't known Hannah long, and the foal is not biologically his, but he is 100% emotionally invested in this now. The feeling of panic rising in his chest is very real. And so is the overwhelming feeling of duty.

Tarek doesn't hesitate. "Come Hannah. I'll go with you." He understands the urgency of the situation and moves out without waiting for a reply. He weaves carefully, but with purpose through the trees, casting concerned glances over his shoulder to make sure Hannah is keeping pace. The journey isn't far, but in her condition, Tarek is impressed she keeps up. He truly admires her strength.

And his admiration only grows in the passing moments. Tarek stands sentry over Hanna, and his eyes witness the miracle that is the birth of his firstborn son.

Tarek has never seen anything so beautiful. With eyes wide and nostrils flared, he creeps closer, reaching out to sniff the colt's fur, so damp and new. He glances up at Hannah and his feelings spill out "Gosh, Hannah, he's beautiful." The words tumble out, but barely a whisper. "What will you call him?"