Wren had grown lonely.


Since the day she had washed upon the shore of Tinuvel, the golden mare had not actively talked to anyone aside from two stallions. She lingered with the herd; their forms always within her sights, but she was too shy to go and introduce herself and none of them had extended the offer either. Many times she had wanted too; had even begun too, but then self-doubt had reigned her in and she turned away, silent as always.


Today she stood among the tall pines in an attempt to shelter her changing body. Her stomach had rounded with child, the weight making her uncomfortable. It was her first to bare and everything was a new experience and often fear clenched her heart when she would glance back at her widening sides. If Wren could escape the choice she had made, she would. Surely something that would be so big inside her would hurt coming out?


Ears pinning, Wren dropped her head as tears began to slide down her badger colored face. Alone and scared, it was a dark feeling and the golden woman felt smothered by it. Controlled by it. And had no way to surface from the drowning sensation of it.