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mṛgaśira [x varajakshi]



Mṛgaśira


[ mhr gha SEER ah ]

Fell

▻ Sarama (x Fell) / Shvana (x Fell) ◅


Mṛgaśira was quite round. Her warm light brown eyes were tired and in some harder moments trying to stand after resting her little legs, she found herself a little sorry to keep to herself in the Bay as much as she had. Compared to her firstborn, this child seemed especially fast to grow, although it had plateaued faster than its sibling. Perhaps she would be lucky enough to have a littler legged child to chase after than the first go-round.

She pendulums herself to her feet with a slight sideways stagger as her belly swings heavily and breaks twigs and skin alike against the underbrush bushes she’d bedded down into.

The striking pain is instant, as though just that little stressor was enough to trigger what had been entirely too long in waiting. Her foal should have been prepared for birth at the beginning of spring and here she was only feeling the first pangs near the middle of the season. Her short squeal of ‘ow, that doesn’t feel right’ turned into circling with nose lowered to find a safe and comfortable means of getting back to the earth.

Her birth was not terribly much worse than Sarama’s had been, the little filly just a little bit big and leaving her mother just a bit more struggling to rise. She cleans the little black foal at her rump as best she can from her initial earthy position, a bit stunned by the much more prominent Sabino markings than the other daughter had gotten. Almost like the black and white beasts off the Tinuvel coast in the north, she might have named her after those-- but then the little filly bleats a whinny and chomps onto her own waggling tail and Mṛgaśira simply cannot name her anything but after the wolf pups that chased their tails in the meadows already this spring.

"Shvana."
"Shv--"

Mṛgaśira smiles, nuzzling the little one’s cheek before thrusting back onto her feet and clearing the rest of the evidence of the birth out of their little woodland hutch. "When you stand, and come to drink, we can look for your father."


OF THE TINUVEL BAY

▻ six years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅



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