Now that the herd is growing well in numbers, Jörmungandr wonders how many foals will be around come next spring. Would this mare have one? What about Azazel? What about Jörmungandr herself? Given how uncomfortable this pregnancy has been, she is not sure if she will have to go through it all again in a year’s time. Perhaps the foal being born would change her mind though. Perhaps she would take well to motherhood.

The buckskin gives a slight bob of her head in response to the grulla’s words and ears swivel forwards eagerly to catch the rest. It is as she suspected, the had just gotten carried away in her explorations. Jörmungandr snorts softly. “That can quickly be corrected.” she offers when he mare admits to not having made time to get to know the herd around her. ”You must be an expert on our home now. I suspect the newer mares would appreciate being shown around.” Jörmungandr would do it herself, but her she isn’t in the best position to manoeuvre easily at at present. Being something of a tour guide and showing the other mares the best spots in the forest might aid in breaking the ice quickly. It would stop anyone getting lost or unnecessarily putting themselves in danger in unfamiliar territory.