Feeling her foal beginning to stir Cascadia smiled, it was the longest the two of them had managed to rest and get some sleep since Wynters was born.
She lifted her head as the foal turned to face her mother, her eyes much brighter than she had done before, the foal touch her muzzle to her mother's in greeting.
Good morning my darling, sleep well? she whispered to her foal.
The little foal nodded before tilting her head at her mother with a begging look in her eye.
What is it? she questioned, knowing the answer dispite her question.
Momma she started, elongating the word I'm hungry.
Chuckling the painted mare slowly stood, careful not to step on her foal. She yawn whilst stretching, watching as her child slowly stood, wobbling a bit, perhaps more than she should the mare thought as she reached out to help her foal gain her balance.
As the little filly move to nurse from her mother, Cascadia got lost in thought, she knew her foal should be stronger by now and not still as weak as one only hours old, she'd kept her on the move so much she had barely had a chance to allow her to sleep or feed.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by Wynters head butting her shoulder, shaking her head before glancing at the foal.
I asked if I could go run momma? the foal asked, clearly feeling more alert after a good night's sleep.
Scanning her surroundings she watched and listened, seeing nothing and hearing nothing more than the morning song of various birds that mostly drowned out the sound of the small stream nearby. She hesitated briefly fine, but you stay close, we still don't know these lands she warned the eager foal who took off trotting a few feet from her mother.
As Wynters grew bolder she started to pick up speed and drift a little further from her mother, attempting a few small awkward looking bucks, she hadn't had a chance to really stretch her legs much until now and although the foals energy would deplete quickly she was having too much fun to worry about that now.
Oblivious to anything else around her as she reaches where the meadow rolls round a bend, not seeing the new comer whilst her back was to him, but when she turns everything goes wrong.
Attempting to stop suddenly and freeze up with eyes on stalks she fails spectacularly and ends up falling over her own feet, hitting the ground as she struggles to untangle herself from her own legs, instead she gives up, just led on the floor, the sight in front of her not making much sense as it looked like a horse and a bird, she never seen anything so strange and st least for right now, so scary.
Unable to take her eyes from the strange creature all she can hear is her own heartbeat and the sound of another horse barrelling down on her, most likely her mother, coming to protect her from what ever kind of creature this was.
She lifted her head as the foal turned to face her mother, her eyes much brighter than she had done before, the foal touch her muzzle to her mother's in greeting.
Good morning my darling, sleep well? she whispered to her foal.
The little foal nodded before tilting her head at her mother with a begging look in her eye.
What is it? she questioned, knowing the answer dispite her question.
Momma she started, elongating the word I'm hungry.
Chuckling the painted mare slowly stood, careful not to step on her foal. She yawn whilst stretching, watching as her child slowly stood, wobbling a bit, perhaps more than she should the mare thought as she reached out to help her foal gain her balance.
As the little filly move to nurse from her mother, Cascadia got lost in thought, she knew her foal should be stronger by now and not still as weak as one only hours old, she'd kept her on the move so much she had barely had a chance to allow her to sleep or feed.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by Wynters head butting her shoulder, shaking her head before glancing at the foal.
I asked if I could go run momma? the foal asked, clearly feeling more alert after a good night's sleep.
Scanning her surroundings she watched and listened, seeing nothing and hearing nothing more than the morning song of various birds that mostly drowned out the sound of the small stream nearby. She hesitated briefly fine, but you stay close, we still don't know these lands she warned the eager foal who took off trotting a few feet from her mother.
As Wynters grew bolder she started to pick up speed and drift a little further from her mother, attempting a few small awkward looking bucks, she hadn't had a chance to really stretch her legs much until now and although the foals energy would deplete quickly she was having too much fun to worry about that now.
Oblivious to anything else around her as she reaches where the meadow rolls round a bend, not seeing the new comer whilst her back was to him, but when she turns everything goes wrong.
Attempting to stop suddenly and freeze up with eyes on stalks she fails spectacularly and ends up falling over her own feet, hitting the ground as she struggles to untangle herself from her own legs, instead she gives up, just led on the floor, the sight in front of her not making much sense as it looked like a horse and a bird, she never seen anything so strange and st least for right now, so scary.
Unable to take her eyes from the strange creature all she can hear is her own heartbeat and the sound of another horse barrelling down on her, most likely her mother, coming to protect her from what ever kind of creature this was.