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"Nwoo!" she screeched, her sightless eyes searching vainly for some trace of her mother. "Nwo! I wunt my weal mummy! She was chwased by sumthin wif sharp tweeth! It bwit me!" She showed her ankle, which was dotted with teeth marks. Those of a wolf.
Shadow licked her leg softly. She suddenly knew the foals mother was dead. "Oh sweetie!" She said, nuzzling her. "Can I at least care for you until she comes back?".
For a moment the filly twitched her ears in thought. Her stomach growled again. "Owkay," she mumbled, taking another drink and nestling under Shadow's legs comfortably. "Twank you. My mummy wull git me soon! Mummy hwelps tell me twhere to go."