Spring was in the air; the smell of fresh grasses and new life of a, comparatively, warm breeze. The bay residents were thriving with life, old and new. The pale mare was beginning to wonder if the number of foals would soon outweigh the number of adults. While it was a nice thought in theory, the children being the future, looking out for so many youngsters would be difficult. It made them an easier target for predators though luckily, Soljor and Magnus had done a good job of keeping most of the predators at bay.

A familiar feeling brought the tall mare out of her thoughts when he own foal moved restlessly within her womb. It was a strange and grateful feeling to be pregnant again and she often wondered where her other children were now. She had not ruled out the possibility of having another but she had never really thought she would. After a lot of thought, it had been an easy decision though. The bay was thriving and Soljor had already proved to be a good father. Other than a little more warmth, what more could she ask for to improve her child’s life?

Standing in her usual spot, looking out to sea, the tall mare dipped her head down to graze idly.