HELP THE FILLY

These decisions are now not starting to feel like your own, but you reason that you are well equipped to provide some warmth for the poor thing. You wrap your thick tail around her and pull her in close to your body- her low body heat was enough to make you uncomfortable, but you suppose your comfort isn’t the priority right now.

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You both lay there for a while, and you watch as the filly’s breaths gradually get deeper as she inhales your scent and recovers. Is this what mother felt like when she had me? You thought as you instinctually began to lick her coat free of frost and promote blood flow.

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Making you jump, the foal sneezed- the snow around her snout flying like a fresh blizzard. You grimace as she wipes her nose on your shoulder, then freeze as you make eye contact. She has stunning violet eyes, full of wonder and a little bit of fear.

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“Who are you?” She asked, her voice rough from the dry air. “Where am I?”

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You narrow your eyes at her, but perhaps those are reasonable questions. You evade the first question for now. “You’re in my territory.”

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She looked around at the view of the valley below, covered in a fresh blanket of snow that she was just trapped underneath. “I remember now! I got so cold, so I fell asleep.” She explained. “I was playing in the snow. My herd was with me but I think I wandered off and got lost.”

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Despite her shivering, she was optimistic as she turned to you. “My name is Scylla, what’s yours?”

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“My… name.” You blinked. Do you have a name? Did mother give you one? Is it weird to not have a name?

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The awkward silence that followed was palpable. You should probably say something.