The silver bay stallion knew soon as Zjeena disappeared to birth her foals that it would not be long before the others followed in suit. Monster... Vanya and finally Talien had all given birth the health foals. Despite fathering only one foal with Monster this season, still the stallion made a point to venture towards each new mother soon after the pains of labor subsided to investigate the new addition to the herd. He and the wolf did share a love for foals after all.

The last to seek out solitude to birth a foal was Grier. Day after day Rougaru watched the stout little mare wander through the thick underbrush with swollen belly swaying heavily beneath her in wonderment. She was not nearly as large as Zjeena had been which made him fairly certain that she was not bound for the same strains of delivering twice, however the stiff movement of her gait made it plain that she could not be comfortable.

However as he finds himself once more wandering through the loosely gathered herd, he finds the peppy little red and white mare a noticeable absence. For a single moment his brow furrows in confusion. Grier usually never ventured far from the molten Pidgeon. The shaded palms along the beach where the ocean winds wiped through their thicker coats had become their usual gathering place and yet today it was strangely empty. Concern flashes through his multifaceted gaze as curiosity drives him now further from the sandy shores and down the twisting paths that wound through the jungle. Deeper and deeper he followed until the muffled voice of Grier breaks above the chattering voices of the birds above. Relief floods him, moreso when he pushes through the brush to find not just Grier and her newborn but Monster too quietly conversing over the small foal. She was not alone.

A warm smile spreads across his lips as thick baritones whicker a soft baroque melody to alert both newborn mothers of his approach. No reason to startle them unintentionally. He rather liked the smaller mare and her strangely eloquent words. No reason to push her off unnecessarily. "I hope I am not intruding...." he begins, drawing to a halt a few feet from his drappa and the new mother. Brilliant emerald gaze drifts from the weary mother's face to the bright eyed filly that boldly stepped towards Monster with outstretched muzzle. Instinctively his proud head dops. Thick curling white tendrils of mane cascade in disheveled array along the muscular arch of his neck as his own nostrils flare to inhale the first grasps of the filly's milky-sweet scent. "She is a beauty Grier. And no doubt her name is equally as fitting." he muses glancing towards Grier with a warm smile before taking another exploratory step forward. "I was worried when I did not see you but I see now the reason." he adds, thick tail whisking back and forth with excitement.

It was boring, following father around. When first Rougaru offered to let him join his patrol, Gru had been ecstatic. He had hoped that the patrols would be filled with excitement and adventures..... but it was not. Had he known it was merely an attempt to give Monster a few moments relief of his constant nagging and wild excitement he would no doubt have offered his own protest. However the day was not a complete waste. He did get to explore more of the dense jungle and there had been that one interesting little frog that chirped with the loudest croak he had ever heard. Though Rougaru kept barking at him to follow, Gru was able to at least explore a little as they went... until they came upon Grier.

Vaguely he recalled the white patched mare. She was apart of even his earliest memories but not much after. However something was different. Curiously he steps timidly from around Rougaru's knees to really gaze up at the mare. She was thin! Not only was she thinner, but well he did not recall her having a foal herself. Small head cocks to the side as cautiously he skirts around the new mother and foal to skamper into Monster's shadow. "Momma.... what happened to her?" he mumbles softly, pressing his charcoal muzzle into the curve of Monster's belly, inhaling a thick comforting scent of his milk.

Hungry.

As drawn up by the tantalizing scent of milk, the small colt's stomach gurgled a hungry growl. As curious as he was as to what had happened, he was not about to pass up the opportunity to fill his stomach. Without further questions he buries his muzzle beneath her flank to suckle greedily from her swollen teats, keeping a single eye fixated upon Grier and the small filly.