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It was a windy day when fall decided to make itself known. Dark, foreboding clouds rolled quickly across the sky as the leaves in the trees fell to the ground from the assault. Faramir lifted his head from grazing to squint up at the sky, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents of the day. Looking back down at the herd, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry. With four foals and three nursing mares, he didn’t like the thought of fending off a storm. He trotted down the hill where he stood toward them and was immediately accosted by three very young foals.

”Hi daddy!!” little Tempest cried as she reached him first, running straight into his chest and causing him to take a step back.

”Oof! H-hello, Tempest.” he said with a laugh. ”How are you and your friends today?”

Tempest beamed up at him with all the adoration in the world and Faramir felt his head spinning. ”Tristan and Mheetu want to play tag but Evie says that’s a baby game.”

”Because it is.” sighed the nearly grown Evie as she approached at a more sedate pace.
”Thank you for keeping an on them.” Faramir told the older foal with a lopsided smile. Foals were certainly a hoof-full.

Before he could say anything else, Tempest and the two other young foals were racing off and squealing at the top of their tiny lungs. Faramir’s ears twitched at the high pitched sounds and he smiled again at Evie as she rolled her eyes and raced to catch up with them.

Faramir continued his way through the herd until he ran into Ariadne, Raphtalia, Lyra, and Reese. Both Reese and Raphtalia were already showing their new pregnancies and Faramir couldn’t help but blush.

”Hey there, leader.” Lyra drawled as he came closer. ”When’s it gonna be me and Ari’s turn, huh?” she said with a devilish grin.

Faramir tried stammering something out before turning and loping in the opposite direction.

Mares.

Faramir skidded to a stop when a new scent hit his nose. Wolf. Faramir’s lip curled up in distaste. It didn’t smell terribly close, but even smelling one meant it was too near for comfort.

”Breigo, Firefoot!” he called out.

Within moments, his Lieutenant and gelding were by his side. ”I smell a wolf nearby. Round up the mares and foals. I’m going to find it and chase it off.”

Breigo and Firefoot nodded before getting to their task. Faramir nodded after them before turning and galloping in the direction the wind had told him. It wasn’t long before he was nearing an eerily dark forest. He slowed down before he heard a long, low whinny. He hurried toward the sound and saw a group of three mares at the edge of the forest facing off against a wolf. Instinctively, he immediately began running toward them to help.

As he drew closer, the wolf turned to snarl at him. Before Faramir could reach it, one of the mares whirled and delivered a swift kick to the distracted wolf’s side. The wolf cried out in pain as it was sent flying. It skidded to a halt before shakily rising and running off. Faramir slowed to a trot, catching his breath.

”Are you three alright?” he asked.

The three strange mares regarded him with cool gazes. One spoke.

”Why wouldn’t we be?” she asked, her voice low.

”The situation was handled before you even arrived.” the second mare said, holding her head high.

”It didn’t die…” muttered the mare who had kicked the wolf, sounding sulky.

Faramir felt…uncomfortable, to say the least. ”Well, yes...it was.” he agreed. ”I’m glad you’re all alright. Would you...like to come back to my herd with me? Safety in numbers and I think a storm may be coming.”

The three mares glanced at each other, having a silent conversation, before turning back to him.

”Maybe next time, little stallion.” the first mare said with a small, slow smile.

Without another word, all three mares seemed to sink back into the dark forest behind them, melding into the shadows.

Faramir stood watching the spot where they had disappeared into and blinked.

What on earth had just happened…?

Description
It was a windy day when fall decided to make itself known. Dark, foreboding clouds rolled quickly across the sky as the leaves in the trees fell to the ground from the assault. Faramir lifted his head from grazing to squint up at the sky, nostrils flaring as he took in the scents of the day. Looking back down at the herd, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry. With four foals and three nursing mares, he didn’t like the thought of fending off a storm. He trotted down the hill where he stood toward them and was immediately accosted by three very young foals.

”Hi daddy!!” little Tempest cried as she reached him first, running straight into his chest and causing him to take a step back.

”Oof! H-hello, Tempest.” he said with a laugh. ”How are you and your friends today?”

Tempest beamed up at him with all the adoration in the world and Faramir felt his head spinning. ”Tristan and Mheetu want to play tag but Evie says that’s a baby game.”

”Because it is.” sighed the nearly grown Evie as she approached at a more sedate pace.
”Thank you for keeping an on them.” Faramir told the older foal with a lopsided smile. Foals were certainly a hoof-full.

Before he could say anything else, Tempest and the two other young foals were racing off and squealing at the top of their tiny lungs. Faramir’s ears twitched at the high pitched sounds and he smiled again at Evie as she rolled her eyes and raced to catch up with them.

Faramir continued his way through the herd until he ran into Ariadne, Raphtalia, Lyra, and Reese. Both Reese and Raphtalia were already showing their new pregnancies and Faramir couldn’t help but blush.

”Hey there, leader.” Lyra drawled as he came closer. ”When’s it gonna be me and Ari’s turn, huh?” she said with a devilish grin.

Faramir tried stammering something out before turning and loping in the opposite direction.

Mares.

Faramir skidded to a stop when a new scent hit his nose. Wolf. Faramir’s lip curled up in distaste. It didn’t smell terribly close, but even smelling one meant it was too near for comfort.

”Breigo, Firefoot!” he called out.

Within moments, his Lieutenant and gelding were by his side. ”I smell a wolf nearby. Round up the mares and foals. I’m going to find it and chase it off.”

Breigo and Firefoot nodded before getting to their task. Faramir nodded after them before turning and galloping in the direction the wind had told him. It wasn’t long before he was nearing an eerily dark forest. He slowed down before he heard a long, low whinny. He hurried toward the sound and saw a group of three mares at the edge of the forest facing off against a wolf. Instinctively, he immediately began running toward them to help.

As he drew closer, the wolf turned to snarl at him. Before Faramir could reach it, one of the mares whirled and delivered a swift kick to the distracted wolf’s side. The wolf cried out in pain as it was sent flying. It skidded to a halt before shakily rising and running off. Faramir slowed to a trot, catching his breath.

”Are you three alright?” he asked.

The three strange mares regarded him with cool gazes. One spoke.

”Why wouldn’t we be?” she asked, her voice low.

”The situation was handled before you even arrived.” the second mare said, holding her head high.

”It didn’t die…” muttered the mare who had kicked the wolf, sounding sulky.

Faramir felt…uncomfortable, to say the least. ”Well, yes...it was.” he agreed. ”I’m glad you’re all alright. Would you...like to come back to my herd with me? Safety in numbers and I think a storm may be coming.”

The three mares glanced at each other, having a silent conversation, before turning back to him.

”Maybe next time, little stallion.” the first mare said with a small, slow smile.

Without another word, all three mares seemed to sink back into the dark forest behind them, melding into the shadows.

Faramir stood watching the spot where they had disappeared into and blinked.

What on earth had just happened…?