It was far past time for the mare to seek out the roan. She should have caught up to him sooner but things kept getting in the way, more pleasant things like getting her teeth pulled and what not. Her alert ears were halfcocked listening to the noises of the Inlet growing as the sun times normalized if only for a moment. As much as she enjoyed the company of the native wildlife, their activeness was not her favorite sign in the world. Winter snorted as her “den” came into view. Her hideaway was a small cave just large enough for herself and another a few paces back from a rocky outcropping that overlooked the herd. She spent a lot of her time standing there watching the movement down below, sometimes not really looking just sort of staring into space in quite contemplation. The thick branches of an evergreen brushing the snow from her back as the golden mare pushed through the veil of trees keeping her haven secluded and hidden. She took a moment to check her area for unwanted visitors or their stench but easily fell back into a relaxed stance finding none. Winter had been debating on bringing the roan to her home seeing as he was the lead stallion and much to her surprise had stuck around much longer than anticipated. Her tail flicked against her hips. What kept him in this place she hadn’t a clue when she was certain there were warmer places somewhere else. The other mares would surely follow him there and she could be alone in her home once more. A powerful kick to her lungs reminded the mare of the life she carried. You will leave one day too sprout Winter hated thinking about the foal. If she wasn’t careful hives would break out over her shoulders and her breath would be cut short from the anxiety. A heavy frown pulled her soft lips down at the corners. This needs to be settled With a tremendous sigh the bone faced mare called for Solgar.

With her new status as alpha mare she decided that her haven in the trees should be shared with the blue. In case something happened of course. So he would know where his foal was. A furry neck craned around to have a gander at the just visible swell to her abdomen hidden under her heavy coat and snow. She had been avoiding him like the plague since he covered her and had really only seen him when she greeted that ghost of a mare on the beach. Winter was uncertain of whether or not he even knew that his seed had taken root. Unlike the red roan her foal didn’t show to such an extent Crispen hadn’t either. Those dark memories of her first foal flooded her brain making her uneasy once more and a light sweat break out under her fur. I hope he dosnt make me wait, I need to get this over with. The gold mare had become quite accustomed to her singular life in her den, a happy hermit only venturing out when she felt it was needed. Her long get away sticks pushed her back and forth across the entrance to her shelter, her hooves making quick work of the snow leaving behind mud and upturned dead grass.




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