Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

Something exciting was finally happening. 

Morbidly curious, Silverbirch watched the horizon alongside her mother, fearless now having lived her first few months in peace. She squealed sharply when Fancy snorted and moved past her mother’s flank when the lead mate began barking orders. Tucking her head low, she mouthed silently, mocking the sorrel’s words out of sight before she came around to her mother’s hip again, expression pleasant. 

She looked to her mother, and then to Cedar, just in time to see how the bay shuddered. The gravity of the situation dawned on her, and instinct urged her to obey. 

Mom? She asked quietly, the first hint of real fear seeping into her high voice.