Pulling away from the water, Jabs eyes move to his son, slowly caching onto what had happened and letting out a small laugh. Remo noticed this and stumbled onto his legs, quickly turning from his father with a huff which only caused the bigger draft to laugh even more. Scanning the dark shadows of the trees behind them, the colt notices a bit of movement heading their way but before he can alert his father to this the bigger man has already moved slightly towards the boy until he finally saw who was intruding upon their peace.

The pale body of Lyden slipped from the trees, and Jabs welcomed the other stallion with a soft nicker. The draft felt a little guilty for not being around so much to get to know the paint and his own family. "A pleasure to see you as well Lyden," He rumbled softy, moving from his son's side to come nearer to the paint. Remo looked on with a bit of a jealous glint to his eyes, much like he did whenever jabs was around his mother. Angling his body so he stayed between Remo and the second, Jabs focused all his attention on Lyden.

Jabs listened intently to Lyden's questioning words, and stepping forward, touches his nose to the other man's shoulder; a sort of comfort. "Sadly i was not their for Remo's birth, as his mother hid away deeper in the forest, but yes i was very scared. We had a bit of some complications, "jabs physically winced remembering this,"when it came to our second child's birth before Remo here. Just the size of the foal took so much out of my love, so much effort. I thought she would have died that night, but somehow she made it as well as our daughter."

Jabs pulled away from the paint, glancing toward Remo who was staring intently at another shape in the woods. "i have my reasons to be scared for any of my children born now, though i am a bit curious on your fears. Have you seen ill effects to a birth before?" Turning from his son again, when it is apparent the small shape is another child, he eyes his second.
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Being completely uninterested in adult talk, Remo had taken only a few steps away from the stream and toward the trees. It was then another figure was approaching and soon appeared. The bay colt eyed the other foal curiously, not really knowing how to handle this situation. For a minute he watched the colt come nearer, much like his father would do until came the right time to speak. This time the other colt introduces himself first.

Eagerly bouncing forward, his nose meets the other colt's. "Hiya! i'm Remo." The bay boy seemed to wiggle with excitement at the possibility of gaining a new friend. Risking a quick glance over his shoulder, he took in the fact that the other stallion near his father was painted just like Braylen.

"Hey bray," he chirps, brown orbs moving back to his companion, "is that guy your father?"