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Melda grinned around her baby’s blanket. She nodded. “ood yoi” She was glad that Huel introduced himself to her. He seemed like a nice stallion and his saddle was so pretty! She would have to ask him if she could see more latter. Right now her baby girl was wiggling again and she wanted to get to Punk safely before a tantrum built up. With the two colts, her babies, and now a flame saddle boy she was sure this must be like an odd… what was the word she learned? Parade! Oh wouldn’t Ca love to see that? Melda wondered how sweet little Ca was doing close to having foals. It had not been easy on Melda and she doubted it was easy on Ca. Still Ca wasn’t alone which made Melda endlessly happy. She had been rather worried having her babies alone so having other’s around Ca made her feel better. "oo far oo de otters?"

Roman nodded at his brother. "IT is just over the hill." He said in response.

Huel smiled at the pretty mare as he picked up the baby and carried it over the hill.

Roman stayed by Melda, just in case she needed help.

Paimon grinned as the group crested the hill. "Ca, Punk. I have a surprise for you both." He said softly, watching his brothers crest the hill with his mother-in-law

Punk frowned at Paimon's words, puzzled. It was a little hard to take him seriously when he had that unusual grin on his face. Then he heard a voice, a voice he would recognize anywhere. He took off, leaving a flurry of feathers behind him. When Melda crested the hill, he was there to meet her, muzzle pressed to her neck. It was really her. His Melda Mer... He wasn't deterred from his wordless, affectionate greeting until he felt the bundle she was carrying bump him with her squirming. His gaze went down to the blanket, only staring for a minute before he gingerly took the blanketed foal into his own teeth. It was clearly Melda's child; the colors and thorn pattern were the same as his beloved mare. His gaze then went to the blanket he finally noticed that Huel was carrying. The same thorn pattern, but black with the green instead of red and there was a pattern that resembled the feathered pattern Punk had on his sides...

That made the feathered stallion paused for a minute. He inspected the blanket he was now holding, then the other. They were his. His and Melda's kids. His already happy expression brightened to the point that it was practically glowing, yellow eyes sparkling. He was a father. Well, again. But he was a father--and Melda was the mother.

Ca snorted, edgy until Punk and Melda reached the place she was at. She'd heard Melda's call at the same time Punk had, of course, but being pregnant made it extremely difficult to move now. She wanted to scramble to her feet and prance around her adopted mother like a young filly, but she had a feeling that she'd get scolded for that type of reckless act. So she impatiently waited for Punk to return... carrying a blanket? Her ears went straight up, eyes locked on the little bundles that Punk and Huel was carrying. Siblings. She had new siblings!

Remus remained at the top of the hill, a little stunned by the reaction of Punk. He'd never seen him that... well, openly happy and excited before. He'd been a little reserved before. Almost like... the foal fidgeted at the thought, shaking his head to clear the thought.