No answer to his call came and he began to panic more. His ears forward and twitching his nostils flaring trying to find her scent. It wasn't till the blood of birth came to him that he paused and lifted his lip up to take in the scent better. He then moved fast in that direction hoping to god she was alright and the foal as well. This was the last foal to have to be born this season for him so after he hopefully could relax.

He finds them and comes to a halt as he takes in the relieving site of her standing and tending to the foal. His body relaxes and he nickers to the both of them.Well done WrenHe said softly to her.Have you picked a name?He asks as he approachs slowly and cautiously.

The bay dun sabino colt laid there as his mother cleaned him off. His body resembled a young fjord but his face was of his arabian heritage. His mane seemed to be half more like his mothers the lower half and the upper half more like his fathers. As his mother makes stranges noises at him he finally is moving to stand just as the stallion appears. The little colt however, is focusing on standing currently. His little ears twitching. He falls forward at first but tries again and soon is standing a bit splay legged.

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