She always wanted to be pregnant someday, but with her mate's foal. But that dream was shattered when he died, and she had to flee. She was still trying to process his death. She had no friends really. She was carrying the foal of her leader's enemy, which put her in a bad spot. Likewise, she knew the consequences. She could be kicked out, and she and her foal could be killed. She knew she messed up, she was still mourning her mate. Word could spread quickly and give her a bad reputation. She felt ashamed and she wanted to cry. She could visit the bay overo stallion, but she didn't feel like swimming. She wanted a break from being that water. She hated being in that water, it was cold and lonely. The only thing that didn't keep her lonely was the fish. Fish would swim by her and would touch her and quickly swim away. They were quite fast, too, and she barely got a look at them. One day, when she feels like swimming, she would visit the other islands.

Spring had arrived, and new foals would arrive too. Including Kanti's. The former silver queen could the feel foal kicking and moving, and she was nervous. The foal was kicking and moving around more each day, and she was nervous. She knew mares would leave the herd to give birth, and so she would follow suit. Kanti wished she asked the herds back at home about pregnancy, but she never got to it. Their foals were cute, but to think of them now. They were probably dead from the war, or hopefully, they fled with their parents. That thought was interrupted by the foal kicking, and Kanti galloped away from the herd. Kanti stopped next to a tree and thought this far enough. She laid down and started to feel the contractions coming. If this was her mate's child and if he was still alive, he probably would have been all over her, asking questions and would probably watch the birth. This made her teary-eyed, they would have been a beautiful family.

The birthing process was quick and fast. In an hour, her water broke, and the foal was born. Kanti hated it, she hated the pain. Getting up and down a lot, and then pushed until the foal came out. She tried calming herself by looking at the stars on this cool, clear night. She always wondered if her mate was in the stars, watching over her. "Melanthios, I have a colt, and he's gorgeous!" She yelled out, and she started licking the wet, shivering colt. "Mommy's here, you are safe.." She said to the foal. The foal started moving around, and it tried to get up, but it failed. It was a bit too early for that. "It's too soon to be doing that." She giggled and continued licking the foal. This was her foal and she would protect him. "Qaletaqa, that is your name."