Bella winced and shouted as the foal slowly came out. The little colt limply fell to the ground, his sandy beige pelt radiant under the moonlight. His legs were awkwardly sprawled out and he was breathing shallowly out of exhaustion, as was Bella. Bella pulled herself over to him and outstretched her neck to lick him clean before nudging him. Her eyes went solemn when he registered no response, struggling to hold his eyes open. Then, a miracle happened. He pawed his little hooves on the ground and soon stood tall on his hooves like his father, with lightly feathered legs, standing prouder and straighter than even his sister now.
"He's a fighter," Bella said, bleary-eyed, "What do you think of the name... Warrior? Maybe Heros? It seems like such a strong name," she pondered aloud.
