Zjeena's coat still grows in thick, and healthy fat deposits insulate her small body, but time in Paradise has smoothed her long hair. She used to sweat a great deal in this humid territory, but after her stay in the Desert, Paradise is a welcome relief. At least there's plenty of shade. Zjeena is aware a sudden change in climate might be difficult for some of the Bay herd members. She can only hope that they either choose to return home, or adapt quickly. She doesn't want to be the cause of any undue suffering. If anything, her goal is to prevent suffering.
A cool winter afternoon finds her browsing lush foliage to satisfy a ravenous appetite. Her belly grows round with child, and Zjeena eats quite a lot to feed the monster that grows. The jungle is quiet save for the chatter of birds and the grinding of a horse's jaws. Her absent-minded wanderings draw her near another. A flash of strawberry-colored coat catches her eye. Zjeena looks up to find the friendly face of Grier.
"Hello, Grier" She greets the other mare between bites. Her tone is amiable and her expression curious. "I'm glad you chose to stay. Are you doing alright? How are you feeling?" Zjeena's eyes trace the rounded sides of the other mare. She can sympathize. However joyous the occasion, pregnancy can be trying.