It was a mystery to him how he went from zero skills with the ladies and now he had two of then pregnant at the same time. It was a shock to the system. Dagda has spent most of his time since bringing Amber home close to her growing belly. He did take some time to go spy on his ceannard as she performs her usually duties. She seems to be handling the pregnancy well so he didn't get in her way too much. Partly because it made him nervous to think about.

For sure he was doing to be a great father to these foals. It would be nothing like the mystery filly that left with Vernonia. He would never know that child and never truly know if it was his. Lir had been kind, but his words had cast doubt about the sire of the foal. It was no matter now. They were gone and he knew that the foals about to be born were, in fact, his own.

Today he had left the watch of both of them in order to do some of his own tasks. It would be nice if he took some burden off of Baba Yaga as she neared the end of her pregnancy. Dagda patrols the borders, but with no threats he preceeds to walk back towards the herd. It was as he gets close that he smells blood and a mixture of something he doesn't recognize. Immediately the large stallion gallops towards the scent until his auburn eyes lay on the scene before him.

"Bòidheach." The word slips out before he can think. His hurried gait quickly slows to a walk and then he stops completely. "Amber?" He says her name with his Scottish accent, eyes wide. He sees the foal on the ground, but he doesn't get too close just in case.