Dour, satisfied at his son's reaction, flicked his tail and returned to stand near Annalise. He gazed at Aurora's twins then Annalise's triplets. His other mares should foal before long as well, and his herd would be filled with newborns. Dour stole a glance back at the yearlings and the 2-year-old; they would have to go before long.
Annalise's head drooped down, and so did her eyelids. She was exhausted. Nickering quietly, she whispered, "What will we name them?"
Dour looked at the triplets, concentrating mostly on the runty blue roan. "I want to call her Beryl."
Cinders approached Zephyra, nickering. They, along with Cochise, were going to be kicked out soon. The grullo filly wanted her friend to join her when that happened.
The yearling looked up at Cinders and nickered back, glancing to Dour.
Zephyra stepped closer to Ciders, she gently nipped her and ran as though to play a chase game, she hoped Cinders would follow her
Zephyra turned and returned to where Cinders was standing "Come on" She whispered appearing to be trying to get Cinders to play by biting at her ear, though she didn't touch the older filly. She turned to run away again, into the trees
