(yeah, then Silkies time-skipped a year)( She became pregnant the other day, si. )
Isabel licked at a cut on her shoulder and shook out her mane. "Okay," she said, jogging back to the rest of the mares.
Dour followed behind Isabel, his mind teeming with anger. As he entered the center of his territory, he snorted sharply at his mares, his hard eyes glowing, as if daring the yearlings to approach him.