:: Mare : 15 : Mixed : Champagne : 14.2hh : The Bay : Ref ::

Sabela was first to notice little Havelle wander closer looking for food. She finishes swallowing what was left in her mouth and shuffles towards the Fjord filly with a smile. Her muzzle reaches out to touch the filly's shoulder gentle before she lowers her head to the ground and pushes back some snow. She assists the filly in finding some grass, but there wasn't much to find this last in winter. She couldn't imagine how hard the twins had it right now with their mother being gone and having to grow up so soon without her at home. The twins were still too young.

She promised on the day she went to see Zjeena that she would help look after her twins. She may not have been able to tell Zjeena this, but her mind was made up. Sabela likes to be of use especially now while she was heavy in foal and couldn't do much. Lately, she has been pretty lazy only moving around when she was hungry. This was mostly due to the swelling of her ankles and barrel that made it too uncomfortable to move around, but there was still some hurt left in her from recent events. Sabela couldn't say she was exactly happy, but she had decided to stay here in the Bay, and with Liliand.

After a few minutes to helping the filly find more food, Torsten catches his eyes on the filly. He has seen the whole herd, but he has not talked to many of them. Torsten avoided everyone on purpose because he didn't seem himself as a social colt. He preferred to be alone or with his mother and twin siblings. Everyone else was a stranger (even Sabela who he knew to be his aunt) and the only reason he approaches now was that he wanted to meet Havelle. He thought she was pretty. "Hello." He says as he looks at the filly. He has a charming smile on his lips, one that says mischief. Sabela's sides move with her silent chuckle. She decides to leave the foals at it and bids Havelle farewell with a touch of her muzzle on her shoulder before walking back towards the herd.