(oooh, my two favorite colors: blue roan and grullo! the buckskin pinto's not ugly, either)Here's a general idea of what the triplets look like, just remember that they're much smaller. They're tiny, actually.
Blue roan filly,
Grullo filly,
Buckskin pinto colt,
( I have a soft spot for buckskin pintos. I just love them. )
(laughing, can't type! Dour and his rapier wit!)
Annalise stared at Dour, thinking. A sensible mare would probably have her foal that she couldn't feed killed by her stallion, but Annalise wasn't sensible. Before she thought of something better, Annalise would just have the foals take turns. Thankfully, the grullo filly didn't drink much, and the buckskin pinto colt didn't, either. The blue roan filly, however, was suckling like her life depended on it. A black yearling, Cochise, was not far away. True to his form, a thoughtful horse, he didn't try to nurse today.
Dour glared at Dusky until he felt confident that the blue roan wasn't going to move closer or leave. He caught a glimpse of Cochise and whinnied at him: the yearling colt's days in Dour's herd were numbered. And so were Cinders; the stud had noticed the 2-year-old come up behind Cochise.
Zephyra inched closer to the triplets. The yearling hadn't even known that a mare could have three foals at once.
Cochise snorted at his sire. Annalise weakly whinnied, telling him to stay away.
Dour snorted at Zephyra then rushed Cochise and Cinders, his intention to run them off a little ways.
Cochise backed away, lowering his head in submission.
Zephyra looked up when Dour's snorted, she turned and walked back to Aurora, glancing back to the triplets.
