Chi continued to lick at her wet babe until every little bit of her was cleaned and Chinati could fully look at her daughters beautiful coat. The filly was more white than black, an odd paint pattern but she was the prettiest thing Chi had ever seen. With a smile still playing at the edges of her lips she moves to stand. Chi looks down to watch as her daughter tries to do the same.

A chuckle escapes the paint maiden when her filly topples forward. Stepping forward she reaches down to give a helpful nudge before pulling back moving toward the trees, in the direction she had come from. While she may not be able to help her girl walk she could easily tempt the filly into following after her.

Chi softly calls to her, hoping to encourage her further. Once the filly was up and stable Chi would move into the trees and lead the way back to the herd.