She heard the screams from the shore and the clashing of hooves. The noises scared her and the wind brought signs of danger to her nose. She would travel away from the chaos, but labor has already taken a great hold over her body. She escapes as far as she could travel into the forest, but she doesn't make it far. The foal was adamant about coming into this world now and if she wouldn't have already started giving birth she would have held off until she found a safer place. She stays quiet despite the pains of giving birth, sweat coating her red pelt in thick gobs. The foal leaves her body quickly once she was pushing and he stirs as soon as he hits the hard ground. The sack breaks from the impact and Maeve immediately begins to clean him off.

"Safe....safe..." She whispers over and over to the colt as she finished licking him clean. They had all told her this place was safe and that nothing bad would happen here. She had to hurry and get her newborn to safety before he was killed. The breaking of a twig snaps her head up and colored eyes make in the shape of the grey beast approaching. "Nàmhaid!" She yells, hoping someone would be close enough to hear. Surely whoever it was on the beach would already be warning Persephone and Creed. Unless of course....her head shakes away the thought.

"Welcome to the world my son." The beast says as he gets even closer. Maeve bares her teeth at the stallion and protectively shields him from the touch of his evil sire. The seal brown colt watches the scene in confusion, but the smell of milk easily trains his attention. He begins to stand, reaching his lips to his mother's teats. "Rach air ais!" She says with a snarl, but Warsaw only smirks at her. He does stop any advancements, but he did not seem afraid of the much larger shire mare. "Name him Jigsaw. Jigsaw de Warsaw after his father." Her head quickly shakes, but Warsaw's snarl changes her mind.

"Ceart gu leòr, beathach salach." She snaps in her native tongue. Warsaw questions her words with a lash of his teeth. Maeve squeals as her legs steps back, almost stepping on the child as he tries to nurse. "Jigsaw." She replies hastily to which Warsaw nods. With a bow of his skull, Warsaw turns and hurries off deeper into the forest to find his new victim and leave Maeve and his newborn alone. She doesn't take a breath until she was sure he was gone. Never would she imagined him finding them here and never would she have let him name their child in any other circumstance. "Jigsaw..." She whispers as the colt finally begins to nurse underneath his mother. "Tha mi duilich mo ghràidh."




Translation(s):
Nàmhaid! - Enemy!
Rach air ais! - Get back!
Ceart gu leòr, beathach salach. - Okay, dirty animal.
Tha mi duilich mo ghràidh. - I'm sorry my dear.

*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.