I don't really like myself without you
There was a sinking feeling in his gut surrounding his thoughts of Brunhild. His sister has become distant lately, but he has a suspicion why. The last he saw of her, her belly was much smaller than last week. She has given birth and once again there was no child at her side. He had smelt blood a few days back, but didn't dare investigate it knowing her scent was mixed in. After what happened last time he wasn't sure he could handle another member of his herd leaving because of her strange ideals.
It might be time he had a talk with her again, but he was currently enjoying the simple happiness around him. Arael had birthed their beautiful daughter. It brightened his day each time he saw them together, but it wasn't just his children that made him smile. Claymore birthed another healthy foal in spring to extend her family with Zharko. His herd may be small, but the happiness of the families involved meant more to him. Their family would grow with time.
Now his focus sets on Medusa. She should have given birth by now, but he has yet to see mother and child. The greying stallion raises his head and looks out across the field. He calls out for anyone near by. Maybe they knew what happened to their Queen and her unborn baby.