Today he feel carefree and springy, much like a young colt would after growing into his legs a little bit. Twisting his neck around Lyden squealed with what seemed to be glee before he took off across the forest ducking underneath limbs of the vast trees and into the main open land that his home offered. Soon all of his mares that were expecting would become mothers making him a father again. He felt much more relaxed now having been through it a few times and Lyden couldn’t wait!

The wind no longer had the bitter chill it got from the mild winter his home had and for this he is grateful. His lungs no longer burned with each breath he took which allowed him to work up a sweat being so full on positive energy before his heart began to pound after the third or fourth lap around the pasture. His nostrils flared taking in air now by the gallons as though he wasn’t able to get enough in on single breath. Pinnars flick back and forth as his sky blues catch the dark silhouette of Azazel standing – alone.

Concern ebbed its way onto his face as the cream stud moved forward with persistence but made sure his steps stayed at a steady walk. He hadn’t seen much of Azazel since before winter started along with most of his other mares. Each one of them seemed to keep to themselves and huddle together when cold gusts came. He of course hadn’t been as attentive as he should have been lately and this he would change

A soft nicker left his pale lips as Lyden’s spheres laid onto the small white bundle of furr standing very unsteady against Azazel to feed. Instantly Lyden grins as he comes in front of Azazel Oh honey she’s gorgeous just like her momma his gaze twinkles with happiness as Lyden looks over the charcoal mare to make sure she isn’t to awfully thin or if something else was wrong. Nothing luckily seemed to be off set and as his eyes laid to rest on their new daughter he sighs ”what shall we name her?”