She always knew it would happen like this. A one night of meeting and she would have babies. Finding Water looked around to see if anything in the area looked familiar, but it was the swamp and the trees didn't differ all to much from one another. She waited patiently against the tree, wondering if the buck from that night would show up. A soft sound from the ground pulled her thoughts back. The young foals had entered the world not to long ago and were still wobbly on their legs. As she took in their appearances, Finding guessed at what their father looked like. She nudged them gently, letting them know they weren't alone. "It's okay, my little ones. I wouldn't leave you all alone.' Her voice is soft and filled with love for the three foals.
Lost Water softly calls out. She doesn't know where she is exactly and there are at least two others near her. She shoves her nose into one of the foals next to her. "Are you my brother?" A nose touches her, this nose is much larger than hers too! Unprepared for it, the female foal attempts to move away from it, until she hears the soft voice. "Mama?" 
