Feather watched the mare go, feeling so eternally grateful to her that he promised himself to pay more respect to the swamp as a whole. He turned to look at Daydreamer when she nuzzled against him, returning the soft touch and brushing his tail against her flank. "They'll be the most beautiful, wonderful children. I know it," he murmured, giving his mate's ear a soft little lick. He led the way back toward where they'd come from, so looking forward to the day when their children came into the world.