I kneeled by the small little creature, praying it was alive. It had been a very difficult birth. The foals mother, Jua, did not come in when I called the rest of freedom herd back to the barn, and after searching for the entire night, we had found herin labor in the farthest corner of the pasture, under the wisteria trees. She was in labor for over 24 hours, and we had to call a vet to help Jua finish. The foal was curled in a small chesnut colored bundle, and she hadn't nursed at all yet. I began trying to lift her head up to nurse, but Jua reared and ran away from the foal. The little filly weakly opened her eyes and attempted to whinny, but she instantly colapsed with exaustion. I got one of my workers to get me a bottle of lykos milk, and other workers to get a temporary fence put up around us. But there was still one important thing to do. Name her. I decided to name her Wisteria, after the tree's she was born under. I planned to raise her to be a strong willed mare who would one day ead the heard. 

Cute :)