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It's okay.
The stallion stopped, his foal weakly halting beside him. "You okay?" he asked, looking at the mare with saddened eyes.
"I-I-I...Yeah," she said, tears streaming down her face. The mare paused for a moment and let out a sudden loud sob. "No, I'm not...!" she screamed. "I just l-lost my little foal t-to my herd's lead stallion. He was killed shortly after birth because he wasn't good enough for him." She paused again to cry. "He was smaller than he was supposed to be and no matter how many times he tried to stand he couldn't. His legs were bent."
"I'm...Deeply sorry," he said, sighing. He took a moment to nuzzle her and stopped, pulling back once he had a solution. "Because I cannot care for my own foal after his mother passed, you can take him if you want. There isn't anything I can do for him."
"Really?" she asked. "But-"
"Really. He hasn't been able to eat in a couple of days after his mother died and was thrown around by a territorial mare. He's not feeling too well and I think if you took him you both would appreciate it. I know I would, at least knowing he had a safe home to go to."
"Though I don't like robbing other's from their children, this is different. I'll gladly accept."
"Thank you so much," replied the stallion before nuzzling the mare once more and racing into the dark. The big draft mare looked to the handsome cremello foal, smiling. "Hello there honey."
Without a single word the foal began to nurse, relishing the moment as the rich creamy milk slid down his much deprived throat. He was pelted in warm, loving nuzzles and had the grime licked from his coat, returning it back to its usual sleek state.
territorial mare?!!!!??!!!!! and she didn't hurt him!
It's a bit of an exaggeration, nothing to freak out about.
Though I will say biting and pushing newborn foals isn't very gentle if you ask me.
