Hoshor Plains shale

She smiled softly. She'd known some pregnancies could last an age and a half- but she wasn't keen to put that stress on the mare while she was pregnant for the first time. 

She rubbed her muzzle along the mare's topline, and chuffed a faint laugh. "I can just tell," She said. Something about the slope of her belly, the mannerisms of the mild mare- made her believe that she was carrying a filly.