Yscha could see the hesitation in the eyes of the two foals. The colt was quicker to trust her and get to all fours, but when Yscha turned to nudge the filly, she opened her mouth in a non-existant squeal. Yscha frowned, wondering what could be wrong with the little girl, but the thought quickly got erased from her head when the filly stood. Her brother seemed to be trying to say something to her without actually using words, and for a small moment, the grey mare was confused (having forgotten about the fact that she could provide the two with the nourishment she needed). However, she quickly remembered when the filly began to move towards her backside.

Yscha smiled when the russett-colored girl lunged forward and took hold of one of her milk-swollen teats, drinking greedily, as if her very existence depended upon it. Which, really, it did - without the milk that the dappled mare had so kindly provided to the just hours-old filly, it was likely she would have died, whether from the chilly spring nights or at the mercy (or lack thereof) of the Forest's native wolf pack. The young mare felt happy and relieved that she had managed to get to the two young ones on time before something happened to them. From now on, she vowed, she would take care of them as her own, until they were weaned, at least, and able to fend for themselves without her constant protection.

A feeling of pride swelled in Yscha's chest as she embraced her new role as the protector of these young children, and the one that was still inside her swollen belly. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips as she looked over to the black colt who had positioned himself at her shoulder. The bay filly had stopped feeding and it seemed they were waiting for her to lead them somewhere, away from the corpse of their deceased dam. Yscha bowed her head slightly, setting off at a slow walk towards the heart of the territory, where the rest of the herd lingered in a loose group with the other children that had been born in the preceding days. As they walked, Yscha looked on either side of her, at the foals, and the hint of a frown marred her beautiful face. I wonder if you two have names, she thought aloud with a sigh. She'd had enough difficulty coming up with possible names for her own children, it would be a pain trying to think of more for these two if they needed them.