Bella smiled down at the foals; both were so precious, so innocent.
She could see them, all grown up; Poppy a gorgeous mare of a warm, light bay, running gracefully with her brother Warlock thundering behind, who was huge like his father and built like a medieval battle horse. Her eyes almost grew bleary when she could see her beautiful daughter stopping to smile back at her, Warlock towering over and standing protectively beside.
She nuzzled Ace, happy and proud beyond words.