winter - pot of cream (and others?)

[Njenyi]

He nods, pleased she had understood. Bearing children was difficult on a mare. He had been his dam's sixth foal (a goodly number in a land where lions and hyenas were plentiful). He was the last by his sire though, birthing a foal as large as young Njenyi had been was not easy on a body. He hopes his mother is happy, wherever she is. She's probably lead mare of a herd, with her childbearing years behind her she has time to look out for the rest of her herd.

"Did you name it?" He asks curiously. Usually it is the father's choice, but he wonders if perhaps things are different here in Beqanna.