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Dunstan and Elvira steal away some private moments with their son before an excited whinny erupts from the brush not far away. Sybil, Soleil and Monet come trotting forward, smiles plastering their faces. Sybil comes to a stop a few few away, nodding to Elvira in respect. Elvira giggles and shakes her head, “Dear Sybie you don’t need to shy away, come say hi.” Sybil walks forward, little Corentin nervously hides against his mother’s side. She sniffs and blows gently at his face, causing him to shake his head.

She smiles once more, “Oh Vira, he’s lovely!” Soleil circles slowly, gently sniffing at him. Her face is curious but almost in shock at the little colt. Sybil lifts her gaze back to Elvira, “He’s got an adorable lightning bolt down his face, how fitting.” She quirks a brow playfully at Elvira, causing her to laugh.

Meanwhile, Dunstan has moved away to let the girls meet the little one. Monet joins him, waiting her turn. They stare for a moment, enjoying the sweet interactions. Monet breaks the silence, “He’s a cutie Dunstan, you did a good job.” She winks teasingly at Dunstan, making him nervously smile and roll his eyes.

He scoffs, “Elvira is the real champion here.” Monet grins widely at him. Another moment passes as a breeze whips across the meadows, kicking up leaves and dust.

As it settles Monet’s tone turns gentle and genuine, “You’re gonna be a good dad D.” Dunstan’s heart nearly implodes at the statement. He faces her, unable to really respond. She continues, “You took care of me, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” Tears well up in both their eyes before they nuzzle each other gently in comfort.

Soon enough, Elvira turns and calls for Monet, “Come on over darling!” Sybil and Soleil turn to go get Calamity and Olive. Monet excitedly trots over, slowing as she finally sees the little colt. She beams, “Hey there little one, welcome to the family.” Corentin tilts his head, his brain mulling over the words before he whinnies happily. He throws his head weakly and tries to play with Monet. She gently paws at the earth, prancing around him and Elvira.

The midday is spent enjoying the newest addition. Calamity practically smoothers the colt in licks while Olive cleans his messy, leaf covered mane. Corentin seems to take all the new information in stride, playing among the leaves and with the herd. Elvira takes advantage of the entertainment and lays down by a golden bramble, enjoying her well earned rest. Dunstan turns to Calamity, “Jay could you do a scout for me? I want to make sure the path is safe once we get moving.” Cal nods and races off without a word towards the pines.

An hour passes and Dunstan returns to his hilltop perch with pride swirling in his chest. The sun warms the cool autumn air and a gentle breeze drifts over him. He lifts his nose to the air and breaths, wet earth, leaves and…something else. It’s warm, smoky but almost sour, what is this? He breaths in once more and stares across the horizon. He spots it, smoke whirling into the sky. It’s not far….not far at all, just beyond the border of the pine forest. Panic rises in his chest, Calamity….

Word Count:554

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|[Dunstan-Tracker]|

Dunstan and Elvira steal away some private moments with their son before an excited whinny erupts from the brush not far away. Sybil, Soleil and Monet come trotting forward, smiles plastering their faces. Sybil comes to a stop a few few away, nodding to Elvira in respect. Elvira giggles and shakes her head, “Dear Sybie you don’t need to shy away, come say hi.” Sybil walks forward, little Corentin nervously hides against his mother’s side. She sniffs and blows gently at his face, causing him to shake his head.

She smiles once more, “Oh Vira, he’s lovely!” Soleil circles slowly, gently sniffing at him. Her face is curious but almost in shock at the little colt. Sybil lifts her gaze back to Elvira, “He’s got an adorable lightning bolt down his face, how fitting.” She quirks a brow playfully at Elvira, causing her to laugh.

Meanwhile, Dunstan has moved away to let the girls meet the little one. Monet joins him, waiting her turn. They stare for a moment, enjoying the sweet interactions. Monet breaks the silence, “He’s a cutie Dunstan, you did a good job.” She winks teasingly at Dunstan, making him nervously smile and roll his eyes.

He scoffs, “Elvira is the real champion here.” Monet grins widely at him. Another moment passes as a breeze whips across the meadows, kicking up leaves and dust.

As it settles Monet’s tone turns gentle and genuine, “You’re gonna be a good dad D.” Dunstan’s heart nearly implodes at the statement. He faces her, unable to really respond. She continues, “You took care of me, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” Tears well up in both their eyes before they nuzzle each other gently in comfort.

Soon enough, Elvira turns and calls for Monet, “Come on over darling!” Sybil and Soleil turn to go get Calamity and Olive. Monet excitedly trots over, slowing as she finally sees the little colt. She beams, “Hey there little one, welcome to the family.” Corentin tilts his head, his brain mulling over the words before he whinnies happily. He throws his head weakly and tries to play with Monet. She gently paws at the earth, prancing around him and Elvira.

The midday is spent enjoying the newest addition. Calamity practically smoothers the colt in licks while Olive cleans his messy, leaf covered mane. Corentin seems to take all the new information in stride, playing among the leaves and with the herd. Elvira takes advantage of the entertainment and lays down by a golden bramble, enjoying her well earned rest. Dunstan turns to Calamity, “Jay could you do a scout for me? I want to make sure the path is safe once we get moving.” Cal nods and races off without a word towards the pines.

An hour passes and Dunstan returns to his hilltop perch with pride swirling in his chest. The sun warms the cool autumn air and a gentle breeze drifts over him. He lifts his nose to the air and breaths, wet earth, leaves and…something else. It’s warm, smoky but almost sour, what is this? He breaths in once more and stares across the horizon. He spots it, smoke whirling into the sky. It’s not far….not far at all, just beyond the border of the pine forest. Panic rises in his chest, Calamity….

Word Count:554

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