The blue roan mare had been too wrapped up in her thoughts and misery to notice the approach of another. His voice startled her and she flinched before pinning him with a harsh glare. “Go away, you stupid brute.” She spat out, defensive from her state of being. Osceola had never been forced to think of more than just herself before, and these hormones were a whole new thing as well. It had been the culprit for her even being here.
It only took her a few seconds to realize he wasn’t standing or behaving threateningly. His words registering, and making her feel suddenly very shameful. He was being nice to her, a total stranger carrying someone else’s child, and she had been beyond rude to him. “I’m sorry.” She sighed, her ears folding back as she felt heat rush to her face. “I’m okay, and don’t require anything.” A lie as she was not okay. The shivering was miserable to her freezing body and she was exhausted. But she didn’t expect him to stay, not with how she had acted, so she turned her head away as she expected him to go.
But Osceola was not left to just stand there, as a painful cramp suddenly shot through her belly. A soft squeal of surprise escaped her ebony lips, her ears pinning as her legs braced against it. Just as she was beginning to think it was only that once, it happened again, quickly taking her breath away due to the pain.
mare; mutt; blue roan; 15.1; felony x zalika; frost