Her mind has only became more chaotic the longer she stays. Her sister was loud especially whenever Lucifer was around. She could tell just how close the stallion was by how clouded her mind became. It didn't matter if she saw him or not.

As her pregnancy progresses she begins to reminisce about her daughters. Both were grown, her eldest being away from her the longest. A young stallion had taken Marrow from the Savanna and she hadn't seen her since. She felt she was doing okay even without seeing her.

Wicca was younger and this was the first time they have ever been apart. She also felt her youngest would be okay especially since she stayed back in the Savanna where she knew it was safe.

Now that she was heavily pregnant with a looming due date, she found herself straying from the herd more often. Their herd was smaller (something she was used to) so it felt pretty comfortable in the Dunes. She only had to get used to the climate change, the stronger voice in her head, and the fact that her belly was larger than normal.

This pregnancy was killer! "Let's go fat ass. Time to lose the extra weight." It was only of the last things her sister said before the contractions started. Wytche travels further away from the herd until there was no one else around to see the birth of her new child. She could still see a glimpse of her mate's large form in the distance as the pain steadily increases.

She paces for hours until finally the foal drops. As the pain subsides Wytche begins to clean off her new foal. A son! This was her first son, a beautiful golden color with dark hair. The ivory mare smiles wondering how their complexions had created such a golden child. She had little time to think about it when the pain returns. It shocks her at first and even more so how intense it grows.

This felt worse than it had birthing her golden son so she worries something was wrong. Thankfully, her sister is quiet through the whole ideal. This last for another hours and by the time she realizes it was a second child she was exhausted. This time Wytche lays her body on the ground unable to stand any longer. Her legs were shaking too hard to continue standing.

Fresh blood soaks into the dirt and finally the second child is born. She can barely lift her head to look at this second foal as her world becomes dark. Heavy eyes fight to keep open as they flutter open and shut. Her labored breaths slow to a steady pace as her heart rates goes back down to normal.

She tries to whinny for help, but her voice was weak. Hopefully Lucifer was watching and would hear her cry for help.