Gah, that sound gives me the heebie jeebies. The pony mare glanced toward the dense foilage into which Monster had disappeared hours before, the last remnants of the laboring mare's screams reverberating between the tall limbed trees. She had watched the co-drappas of Paradise disappear together and had assumed from the grulla queen's expression that she was due to foal. I hope Zjeena had an easier time o' it.

Grier had stayed near Pidgeon, grazing fitfully until the tobiano mare hustled past her and deeper into the foilage. Her too? Must be closer'n I thought. Her pale blue eyes followed the co-drappa until she disappeared, but something spurred the pony mare onward. She did not know the tobiano, nor did she particularly think that the prickly mare wanted help either. But Grier knew well enough that panthers and other dangerous beasts lurked even in the jungles of Paradise and she had nothing better to do anyway. I cannae do much, but even fat and footsore I can scare off a big ol kitty cat.

With a murmured word to Pidgeon, the pony mare meandered after the tobiano until she was close enough to hear, but not so close as to make herself obvious. Hours passed, and Grier grew more and more worried for the mare. Multiple times she considered calling words of encouragement, but refrained. She'll likely not want any coddlin. Fierce creature that she is.

Monster's reputation preceded her throughout Paradise; the woman's sharp tongue and strong personality were well known, even if Grier hadn't experienced it herself.

Eventually though, the smell of her blood permeates the land and Grier's stomach clenches with worry. If the birth didn't drawn in predators, the coppery scent of her weakness would. Heavens above let 'er be alright. The whole isles will 'ave to pay hell itself to console that man if fate takes his drappa. Anxiously she draws in closer to the scene, her thick tail lashing at her hocks in agitation that settles only when the telltale sounds of a live birth reaches her ears.

Oh, thank the fates. From nearby she can hear the mare's murmured words to the freshly born child, but they are weaker than she is accustomed to hearing and her tail begains to lash again. When yet another long pause ensues, followed by words that could easily mean an injury far worse than even Grier fears, the pony mare pokes her head into the clearing worriedly. It's intrusive, she knows, but she has to know if the mare is still alive or if she has passed. She would do what she could to help.

It's clear, as soon as she is able to lay eyes on the mare, that there is no hiding her presence. Even if she wasn't a strawberry colored blotch against the verdant rays of the jungle, her position is far too exposed. Sucking it up, Grier nods her head as she assesses the scene. "Ye did well lass. I ken it's no my place, but d'ye need any help?"

Her gaze flicks to the newborn that Monster had already cleaned with the slightest softening in her blue eyes. He'd be a braw lad when he grew up, a perfect blend of his parents and likely just as stubborn.