Chaos reined upon the Forest for what felt like months, but finally the land grew quiet with triumph. She made it through the battles successfully without having to fight anyone or be harmed by anyone thanks to the stallion that guided her away to someplace safe. She wasn't exactly sure where they had gone, but none of the fightings came to their location. Jigsaw was upset by this because he was enjoying watching the adults hit each other, much to the worry of his mother. She would have to keep coaching the boy on his manners later because her body told a tale that had to be fulfilled.

She led her young son back to the safe spot they had fled from the war just in time to give birth to the prospect of her exchange of thanks to the stallion that saved them. It was the ultimate gift, the gift of a new life, so Maeve smiles down at her new child with love and pride. She had done right by this mystery stallion of whom she had no idea if she would ever see again. She cleans off her new daughter as Jigsaw sniffs at his new sister. His brown nose wrinkles in disgust before a snort blows air into the girl's face. The filly bleats, sending Jigsaw backward startled as Maeve chuckles at the two. Raising two young foals by herself would be quite the challenge for the young mare, but she was confident Creed and Persephone would be around to help.

They spent the rest of the day in their secret spot until the filly was finally able to walk without falling. "Thig Jigsaw, Daracha." She directs her children forward and leads them out into the heart of the forest. She wasn't particularly looking for anyone, but she was showing off her new foal. It doesn't take long for the two foals following their mother to begin bickering. Jigsaw nips Daracha who then squeals at him. Jigsaw thinks this noise was funny so he nips her harder. By the time Maeve stops to look back at the two noisy kids they were nipping each other and equally squealing with pinned ears.




Translation(s):
Thig - Come

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