Wild Berry Meadow No time

Fancy lowered her head to graze and allow the two the complicated conversation of reproductive systems…Keeping one ear turned toward the pair the entire time. She took a step, edged her way toward greener grass- and it was then that she felt it. 

A fluttering of movement- faint, but present. Another followed, subtle enough that some might have dismissed it as gas but to a mother of many, it was recognized for what it was. 

She tuned back into the conversation in time to hear the more grizzly part about a foal’s birth, and smirked lightly.