Relief floods Dögun, his russet eyes watch each of the foals movements. It seemed as if all was in working order with the foal, he seemed healthy and strong. He notices the foals hesitation at Freya's side, he had become attached to her. Unsure of why Macabre was calling to him, but it did not take long for him to give into the hunger that rumbled his belly. Soon he gave up his wariness and began nursing, Dögun kept a watchful eye on all of them, his gaze sweeping the hills behind them. Insuring that no predator was trying to put the sneak on them, they would definitely try to make a meal out of a newborn foal. Sweeping the terrain one more time, he became satisfied that it was just the four of them. Sighing his gaze falls upon Macabre and the starving Shiraz. Her words broke the silence, she was grateful. Relief floods him, now they knew that she was not angry with them. "I am just happy that you two are safe. It has been a scary night, for all of us."

He hated to admit that he had been fearful, but he didn't know anyone who would feel otherwise. Watching as she had writhed in pain, fading in and out. Flicking his fuzzy ears, he listens to Freya, she was proving to be quite the lead mare. She had been friendly, taking on any responsibility that needed to be done. Pride wells in his chest. But he knew that as soon as Macabre's strength had returned it would be best to head back to the herd. They had been alone for more than he would of liked. He knew that Grai would most likely have returned from the Commons, he had been taking a few trips back and forth. Dögun assumed it was because he was searching for a mare of his own.

"I suggest that we head toward the herd when you are able. We have most of the day to make the trek inland, for that reason we are in no hurry." He knew that she would probably want to remain here for a bit longer, letting her strength return. It seemed as Shiraz had become quite used to his own legs, which was always a good sign. This world was a nasty mistress, sometimes she could pluk the young right from their parents arms. If Shiraz had been sickly or not wanting to rise to his feet, Dögun would of been more concerned for the sooty foals future.

ooc: sooo I was thinking that we could make our way back to the herd and than open it up to anyone who wanted to meet shiraz? let me know what you think. :)