NYMERIA
The filly remained strong as Nymeria tested her. Her legs were surprisingly stable for one so new to the world, and there was a fire in her dark eyes that the mare had seen little enough even in adults. Briefly, she lifted her head and glanced first at her older daughter, who was still watching the goings-on a few paces away with her head hanging submissively, then at Vercingetorix. At him she looked longer, a knowing glint in her gaze as she attempted to silently communicate her intent. Her expression had softened, and her bottom lip flapped in content.
Finally she looked back to the foal, examining her visually for a few more quiet moments, before snorting decisively and angling her body so that she stood facing the stallion with her left flank open to the filly. Her back legs she pushed out further than usual, and wider apart, to reveal her milk-full bag. It was a clear invitation. Her swollen, dappled belly rippled with movement as she lowered her head to nibble idly at the new spring grass. She did not know that the girl already had a name, but she was not in any hurry to give her one of her own either.
Either way, Muerdago was now her own.
8; MEDIUM DRAFT MIX; DAPPLE GREY; 16HH; SHIVA |