It was hard to notice any expressions Cain was showing or anything he was doing, over this pain. Primrose squeals, she stomps her hooves on the sand and thrashes around a few times when the pain was really intense. She barely hears Cain in her ear telling her he was still there. That he wasn't going anywhere...

The pain stops for a moment to which she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes instantly find Cain as he says, I got you. Her heart skips a beat. The pain starts up again and she squeals as Cain guides her to shelter. At this point, she does not care where he leads her and there was no time for her to ready the place. This was her very first baby and she didn't expect things to be so intense or happen so quickly. She was so thankful she was able to have this conversation with Cain before all this started. Who knows what she would be thinking if their foal was born when she was still mad at him.

We're here... he says and her body pushes him aside. Primrose begins to pace in a tight circle before crashing to the sandy floor. Thankfully, this spot had some grass for cushion, but she didn't care if she hurt herself right now. She wouldn't feel it anyway. She pushes through the pain, going purely on instinct until finally, she feels the release. The newborn foal kicks her legs wildly, breaking the sack on her own. She begins squealing and Primrose reacts quickly. Her nose presses against her daughter's messy head to comfort her to which the foal grows quiet. She begins licking her foal clean before standing and addressing Cain. Now that all the pain was gone and their daughter was born she felt much more calm.

"Congratulations daddy." She smiles with a flick of her wet tail. "You have a daughter." Her gaze falls upon the palomino overo filly that stands for the first time on her new wobbly legs.