08-24-2016, 06:46 AM
She responds - yes, she is hurt - but nothing else. Njenyi's frown deepens, but when she does not elaborate and he sees no visible blood, he shakes his head. Mare Troubles, he thinks. The other stallions of the bachelor herd where he'd spent a fair portion of his life had spoken of them. Once your band was large enough, it was said, the mares started getting mysterious ailments. They were never fatal and there was never any proof, but they would always require constant attentiveness. This attention needed to come from the stallion, of course, and never any of the other mares.
The cure to Mare Troubles was foaling, one after another, because a mare busy mothering was a mares with no time to be ailing. Fortunately Njenyi has already taken the first step, and he reaches out to press his muzzle to her still slim barrel in what he hopes is a comforting matter.
"Okay," he says, and then gestures out toward the rest of the herdland, "Walk it off."
The cure to Mare Troubles was foaling, one after another, because a mare busy mothering was a mares with no time to be ailing. Fortunately Njenyi has already taken the first step, and he reaches out to press his muzzle to her still slim barrel in what he hopes is a comforting matter.
"Okay," he says, and then gestures out toward the rest of the herdland, "Walk it off."