06-19-2016, 10:54 PM
She preened over the foal, over it. She adored this new life, born in her home. She loved the Cove, too, but was better suited to live in the Tundra now. She loved the Tundra most now.
Sure, she has scars, and some mean more than others, and the new burns were already numbed and froze by the fall cold. She looked around at the ice with love, as the foal started to stir. It whickered quietly, trying to get on it's feet to come nurse. G'ren nuzzled it, dried it's small form lovingly, washed her scent over it.
Sure, she has scars, and some mean more than others, and the new burns were already numbed and froze by the fall cold. She looked around at the ice with love, as the foal started to stir. It whickered quietly, trying to get on it's feet to come nurse. G'ren nuzzled it, dried it's small form lovingly, washed her scent over it.