Wren turned her head away from the colt, glancing over to Liland as he finally found them. Her ears flicked to his words, but then pinned in warning as he tried to get closer. He could see well enough from where he was standing and could offer protection from predators. But until the colt was steady on his legs, the new mother was going to keep the stallion away. It was not a matter of being mean, it was simple instinct.


Returning her attention to the colt, Wren perked her ears forward to see him standing. Although he didn’t look too steady yet with his legs splayed out the way they were. A smile touched her lips, warmth radiating in her eyes as she looked upon her first child. How wonderful he was despite all the fear he had brought to her before. The pain was forgotten now, buried in a overwhelming feeling of love.


“Belikov” Wren answered, her voice tired but happy. “It will be a strong enough name to suit him.” With that, Wren continued to clean the boy. The quicker she got him warm, dry and fed; the stronger and more likely he was to survive.