Gulping, the mare tried to swallow down the rising tide of panic. Her muscles were tense, senses tingling. Yet the danger came not from an external stimulus, as one would expect, but from an internal conflict. Sweat droplets formed on her forehead, worming their way nervously through her pores. Her legs shook, only partly from fatigue at carrying the heavy load.
She was pregnant.
Now, foals she could handle, and handle damn well at that. But unborn ones? INSIDE her? A shudder rippled down her spine. She'd never thought this far ahead! She'd wanted foals, but she'd never thought about pregnancy. What was she supposed to do? Should she be doing something so they'd be healthy? Were they going to hurt?
She took a few awkward steps forwards, lurching about from leg to leg. Her bulging stomach would not even give her the luxury of nervous pacing.
