Though Wren had not been the one called upon, the pale mare still trailed after the others. Tensions were too high not to investigate. Along with the screams of pain that had lingered in the air. She wished she could hurry. The longer she took to get there the more anxiety tightened her chest. But her large swinging belly was already taking away her air causing her nares to flare with each huffing breath. By time she got there, her flanks heaved with effort and her legs burned with effort. But what the heavily pregnant mare saw she was not prepared for.


Sprawled out before her was the deep pitted terror she had of her pregnancy come to reality. The coppery scent of blood burned her nose and the sounds of mourning hurt her ears. But what devastated her the most was the pathetic bundle that was fighting desperately for life. She had not been around for anyone else’s birthing and had never seen a foal so freshly brought to this earth. For her first to be so gruesome, Wren was nearly thrown into a panic attack. She had yet to give birth. Would this fate befall her too?!?!


Taking a few stumbling steps back, Wren wasn’t sure if her legs would hold her much longer. They felt as wobbly as the new born foal’s would be. The sad sounds of those left behind by Sabela were drown out by her own hammering heart. She couldn’t do this. Wren needed to escape. Wheeling around, adrenaline pulsed through her veins now to push away her exhaustion as she tried to quickly leave the scene along the same path she had come.