She knew the time was near so the past few weeks have been spent gathering the nessicary items for the birth. She picked a less trafficked area among a clearing close to the edge of the wood. Various flowers were collected and set in the shape of a wide circle. She watched over the spot for days until the time had finally come. Her head was dipped in mud from the soggy earth from the recent rain before moving to the center of the circle. She begins to mummble some ancient words the spirits had brought to her as the pain began. It was still the light of day when everything started, but she had not realized just how long a birth could take.

Nightfall came swiftly, but the foals did not. It wasn't until midnight that the child was finally born. Brunhild found herself in a small pool of blood from the birth, breathless and exhausted. The pain this ritual was causing her would be something she could never forget. The young grey völva cleans off her healthy grullo son as he squirms under her tongue. He would be her first in many ways. The first to pass through her womb onto the earth and the first blood she would ever shed. Vengeance could be a powerful thing, but so could prayer.

The mare is able to stand even with the shake of her legs. She must find the strength to finish this sacrifice. They had told her to. Her herd needs her to. She looks down at the bright blue eyes of her Sabino colt. He looks much too like his father. With a scream, Brunhild throws back her head and calls to the dark sky above. "I seek your protection, good fortune to my brother, and thanks for removing the sickness from our land. Father I offer you this sacrifice, the blood of your enemy, so that you may call upon Odin's strength to protect us in the months to come." She wastes no more time as she begins stomping the life from the child.

It was a tough act, but she pushes through his screams and the scream of her own muscles. As soon as his body grows still, Brunhild is lightly kissing the top of his forehead. "Thank you for your sacrifice. I hope to meet you again one day if your soul is guided to Valhalla." She glances up to the sky as if willing her father's spirit to come reunite with his grandchild and ascend him into the world of the gods. Brunhild does not linger around the body much longer. She retreats into the forest where she soon collapses from the blood loss.