The little colt found his way pretty easily. Fatalé was proud. Seemed as if Rade had been a good pick. This little one, despite the fuzziness, would be one to watch. She was certain of it. She twisted an ear to Rade’s voice and nodded for him to approach.

“Oh yes,” Fatalé’s voice hinted at her own exhaustion. “He is strong. I haven’t seen a foal rise to their feet as quickly as he did.” She smiled, thinking over Rade’s words. Like a lion. At this point, the little foal, stopped drinking to take a look at the palomino roan.

For a second, he acted like any child. He ducked under his mother to the other side. Then, he carefully stuck his little head around his mother’s chest to stare up at his sire. His matching amber eyes were trying to take in everything. He snorted and took a few careful steps into the open between the two. He was still too young, and instinct to stay by his warm mother was too great to fully over come. But he stood in the gap, completely free of his mother for a few moments, just staring at his father.

Then he trotted back to his mother to finish his food. A smile crossed Fatalé’s dished face.

“He has much courage,” She said. “That’ll be his name then. Léon.” She reached around to nuzzle his neck. “The creature of courage and strength.” She looked at Rade. “You can come closer, Rade. And meet your son.”