Xena

Xena was not amused by the fact she carried anothers foal. But she would still treat the foal no different then her others.. She had not told anyone but her stomach now could not be missed.

Onok & Others

The brown and white stallion had been keeping a close eye on his diminished herd after the late fall incident at the Prairie, especially after he'd scented the rouge male in his land afterwards. It was only for his son and sister's sake that he hadn't chased the fellow down. Since then, Onok had grazed close to his remaining three mares and two children, while occasionally sending Daga out to inspect Shaded Moon's band.

On a day when the sun was bright and a warm breeze was billowing across the open meadow they were grazing in, Onok decided to check in with his lead mare. He'd been pleasantly surprised at how well fed she'd kept herself through the winter, and seemed to grow in size when others, like Brennik and Callaquioa, had lost a small bit of weight through the lean months. Today, she seemed even heavier than she had last week. Almost... too big.

Onok blinked sharply as realization hit him. Xenarona wasn't just well fed, her sides were bulging, and that swell didn't match the rest of her body. Fury rippled through the male, and immediately Harthrou came to mind. But could the unwieldy, harsh-tempered old stallion be the sire? Surely Xena would have rejected him! Surely...

Onok pushed forward, trying to calm his temper as he approached Xenarona with a light whicker. "Xena. How're you feeling today?"

Xena

Xena didn't bringi t up cause she wanted to forget who the faather was of this foal. But if ONok told her he thought harth then she'd tell him immediately. She was occasionally biting her sides. Her ears flicked as Onok approached . Im alright She said softly.

Onok & Others

His hoofbeats slowed as he brought himself nearer to the mare, until he was standing beside her, tail swishing pleasantly behind him despite the growing ire in his heart. "That's good, I think most of the band fared well this winter. The cold wasn't so biting, and the snow not as harsh." With these casual comments, the stallion took the time to stretch his chocolate neck out and nibble some debris from Xena's mane and upper neck.

He did this for a few minutes before the question nagged at him again, and he spoke, "I see the herd is set to expand this spring? I'm sure Harth will be proud." The way he spoke was pleasant, even if he wanted to gnash his teeth at the mention of Ethan's old steed. But as always, Onok was true to his morals - the mares were free to accept or deny the advancements of any stallion in the herd, and he wouldn't be angry at Xena.

Xena

Xena listened and nipped at his withers a bit. I agreeShe said then frowned. Sure she knew she could choose who she wanted to breed with however, shee would of of normally approached onok first with him being the lead stallion. Though she would of much prefered Harth over the one who it really was. Its not harthsthe bitterness in her tone should be heard quiet clearly. If he had shown anger she would of nipped him but as he didn't she just kept it to the truth. Her tail flicked out.

Onok & Others

'It's not Harth's' Onok blinked and swung his dial to look directly at Xenarona. There was a brief moment his mind jumped to Brennik, but just as quickly he dismissed that idea. But if not them, then... who? A moment later a memory reared its ugly head in the stallion's thoughts and he pressed a dagger into the soil with growing anger, "The stallion from the prairie?" A violent motion swept his tail from right to left, just waiting for Xena to confirm or deny.