The stranger bobs his head as he stops oddly. Did he have something to say? She watches him in silence for a moment, head tilting to the side curiously, until her sister begins nagging at her. "Why don't you ask him what he wants? Obviously he is oogling you. Tell him to piss off." She does not, in fact, tell him anything for the time being. Wytche did not always like what her sister had to say.

The ivory mare always tried to be kind especially within her own herd. This time the awkwardness was becoming too heavy. "What?" she snips at the adult buckskin. His coat had a golden hue like her her son's, but the differences between them was clear. She doubts he was even a blood relative to Lucifer or her newborns.

Suddenly, one of her son's cough. "Sauin!" She yells as she rushes to the boy's side. It was the ivory cold with dark black hair who had coughed. It was only one cough and a runny nose, but it was enough. Her head whips around to the stranger. "I think my son is dying! Can't you help him?" This was all her fault. If she hadn't been so exhausted she passed out at their birth Sauin wouldn't be sick right now.