Dissapointment lays thick in the air around her. Sure, Vadim was sexy, but his attention has been stretched so thin lately. He was supposed to be paying attention to her as his captive. Instead, all these others females were showing up saying his name. Though, as far as she could tell, she was the only one here with his baby. (That she knew of anyway)

"Mom play with me!" The large filly dances around her mother. The yearling was already large for her age. Devi knew soon she would grow taller than herself. A trait she must of gained from Vadim. Young Zavi was a darker complexion than her mother even though their coats share the same color scheme. The girl was thicker boned too. Devi was the exact same reflection of her mother Parvati without her white markings. The only different Devi shares with her dam was the fact that she was taller and her body stickier.

It reminds Devi that her true father was not the stallion's she was closest too. She could even be related to Vadim if it was true that Frey was her father. Her mother used to claim it was true until the stallion refused to come meet her. Relative or not, she wasn't about to change her choice of mate now. Vadim was hers. Devi raises her voice to the sky and calls for her captor. He better pay some attention to her after stealing her away from the Inlet.