you just activated a nuclear warhead
Sabe was grooming Ruri when the sent of Chemdog ran through her nares, he must of smelled the awful scent of birthing and decided to make an appearance. she was cleaning the rust of the crud off Ruri when the stallion approached, he must have caught her talking outloud as he whispers the fillys name behind her ears. They moved about gently before resting back in position, she gazes as he meet his daughter for the first time, gently playing with her mane.
The filly layed clueless to the world, her eyes were still adjusting to the outside world. She figured the dun cleaning her had to have been her mother, it was almost an instinct that the filly knew it was her mother, why else would she be caring for her? Another equine approached, this time much darker and much bigger than her mother. He did not introduce himself, all he did was say Ruri, the same word her mother used. The larger horse played with her mane, tickling her really. She gave a whinny (which surprised her) she didn't even know her body could produce such noises. She threw her neck up to pull the stags forelock gently before he turned away to talk to her mother.
Sabe listened as the stallion declared they needed to move, now. she gave a snort, she just gave birth and moving across lands did not sound like something pleasant. This was her home, why did he want to leave? They claimed these lands together, she enjoyed the smell the pine trees gave off, the chamber had nothing to offer but soot. She gave a snort lifting herself off the ground, her body still sore from pushing out a living equine. Her neck lowered to the ground as she nudged the bay filly, encouraging her to her feet. Let us be on our way her tone was not pleasing, but she just did not want to move after birthing her first foal. He was the lead stallion, he made the decisions and she had to listen, she obeyed like a good mare and eye the only exit from her small enclosed circle; waiting for Chemdog to lead the way.
Sabé
