Pulling at the long green steams of grass that bordered the forest and prairie Lyden ripped at it with anxiety. He isn’t sure what is worse the rumbling in his stomach or the anxiousness he felt waiting for Aureila’s call. Earlier in the day he saw her disappear alone and being so heavily pregnant he assumed he was going to give birth. That had been hours ago though and he felt himself beginning to worry. Perhaps he should go searching for her, perhaps she had run into difficulty and is alone dealing with it. The thought made him frown and with a final bite of grass that now hung around his mouth Lyden started in the direction he had seen her go.

On his route drops of grass fell from his mouth as he chewed and his pinners fell backwards just when the familiar call of Aureila came – Finally. Opening his lips to return the call deep within his chest the cream stallion moved into an easy two beat manner disappearing into the jungle pushing through sticker bushes and ferns. Just ahead of him was a small opening that one could only see if you came across it. He assumed she went there – it is probably one of the best places to give birth.

His legs stung as blood began to surface from being scrapped against the sharp thorns of the weeds as he stepped over a final bush. There; in front of him stood Aureila with a bright aureate foal beside her. The scent of birth insulted his nostrils making his nerves twitch again and his heart began to pound. Soon they’d have to move before another wolf came. Mother and foal wouldn’t be able to fight it off just after birth and Lyden – didn’t want to waste time killing off another one – not now

Smiling broadly Lyden stepped closer to the duo, careful to come at the new mother from her front so she could see him. As he got nearer the scent of the foal over took the birth allowing Lyden to register in his mind that he had a son. The thought made him feel weird for he had two already and he hadn’t seen them in a while. Braylen could hold his own and often Lyden smelt in in the forest but Jouk, the striking colt kept close to Jormungandr and Lyen felt ashamed that he hadn’t talked to the yearling very much. A sigh escapes his lips as he finally halts and nudges Aureila ”he’s extremely handsome isn’t he?”
Indeed handsome is what the colt is, a light aureate with sprays of white on his belly like his mothers. The boy also had four white socks with a bold blaze going down his face bringing out his bright blue eyes that matched his own. ”alexander, can we call him that?” Lyden is not sure why the name fit but it just felt right with his son and he smiles looking back at Aureila.