It was a cool spring day, one that should bring serenity to the Forest. Should, but didn't. Something was amiss in the territory, that was for sure. Yscha was not unaware of the smell of birth that hung heavy in the air around the Forest. Nor was she deaf to the sounds of pained moans ripping from the lips of a mare. They continued for some time, before the Forest fell eerily silent. Yscha followed her nose to the source of the heady smell, weaving her way between trees as easily as a heavily pregnant mare could. It wasn't long before she reached the area where the familiar black frame of Avasha lay, dead. A gasp fled Yscha's lips as she stared in horror and shock, but she quickly recovered, her eyes shifting to the masses at her side.

There were two small foals lumped against their dead mother's body, completely unaware of their current situation, it seemed. Yscha looked down at Avasha's lifeless body with despair, wondering what could have brought on her sudden death. The toll of birthing twins must have been the cause of her downfall, the dappled mare suspected as her brown eyes shifted to the two foals. One was black, like its mother, the other a beautiful bay. They sat curled up with one another; the black foal looked as if he were trying to protect his younger sibling, his head draped over her shoulder, tiny muzzle pressing into the soft, virginal fur of her belly.

Making her way around Avasha's corpse, Yscha made sure to be slow and careful, not wanting to scare the foals away; although if they had any clue what was going on (which was possible, but perhaps not likely) they would see the swell of her belly and realize she was like their mother - heavy with foal, ready to pop any day. Yscha bent her head down when she had gotten close enough to touch the two, gently sniffing at the pair. There was a long pause, and then her silvery voice rang out. Come, little ones. You must get up, we have to leave. she knew that, despite the onset of spring, the wolves would still be lookin for an easy meal, and two orphaned foals was certainly an easy meal. Yscha circled round them, pushing at their haunches, urging them up.

Come. I can feed you, and then we must leave. she had enough milk in her udders to feed the twins; for a maiden mare, she had started producing milk rather early, and perhaps it was fate. Perhaps.