The little red filly came into the world in blur of blood and slime and grunting mare. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a blurred sack she knew she must break free of. The filly thrashed, but she was weak, and the sack was strong. But there! Her muzzle was free and cold air rushed into aching lungs. Her mother and the filly the big mare had borne lay in the blood-slicked grass until the dam rolled over and began to clean her filly for the first time. The little one knew it was important for to know her dam's scent.
The mare was what they call a palomino, with a golden coat and a mane like clouds. She was tall, and big, and strong, and brave and the little filly knew she must be like her dam to survive.
It was night when th filly got up the strength to nurse, and her dam was frantic. The filly, however, was already full of the calm and determination that would define her life...