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 Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:40 am
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:50 am
Early morning. Ordinarily it was a perfectly normal time of day. It was a very predictable time on a normal day. The slowly rising sun changed the color of the sky, the birds began to wake and all the creatures of the night were settling down to rest through the well lit hours. That was what could be expected on a normal day. Lamb knew this because he was always awake at that time. Today, however, was far from a normal day.
Lamb stood still as a statue staring down at the collection of baskets that contained his and Fox's children. His tail swayed steadily from side to side for the most part but would pause at random moments every time a basket would twitch more violently then he had ever seen them do before. His ears swiveled about at random trying to catch all the sounds that came from inside the wicker.
No, today was definitely not a normal day. Today, it seemed, that the baskets would be opening.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:46 am
Fox was out and about. A deep maternal instinct had yet to kick in, she realised she was a mother - the pregnancy and pain of labour had been several of the clues - but she had found it hard so far to connect to her foals whilst they were in baskets. She wondered if every new mother felt the same, the peculiarity of birthing your children and having them then live a while inside something else.
She'd left her mate, if one could yet call him that - (for she was still unsure of their status, she just knew she had a great deal of affection for him, and he was father to her children) guarding over the baskets whilst she grazed, took in water and did the other small things that were necessary. Mostly she'd left to stretch her legs, and sort out her nerves. She also had a feeling their children would be emerging from the baskets at some point during the day which had sent her nerves jangling. Now she had to be a mother, now she would see if she had the skills to raise the foals or if she would just irrevocably screw them up.
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