Grave Protector knew where foals came from, but he didn't expect to find himself expecting them so early in life. He thought back to the first time he met the bright eyed doe. She seemed quiet, but curious, and somehow the stars aligned and he caught her interest. The fact that he caught her interest again and again over time surprised him more than anything. They frequented some of the same spaces, and conversation started small, but they eventually got to know a bit about each other.
Who knew that making eyes at a beautiful doe would lead to so much more. The buck saw the changes she was going through, and knew what that meant for them. He only wished there was a way he could help her beyond finding some of her favorite snacks.
Sun-Cursed was snoozing up in the branches, safely sheltered among the leaves when she felt the tug pull her into waking. Her tiny halo brightened as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Someone out there was a parent-to-be. Still in her small, sugar glider form she began to sniff at the air, as if she would be able to better tell where she would have to go.
Once she was sure she had the buck's attention, she scampered off the root and onto the ground. But when she landed on all fours, it was not with her little paws as a sugar glider but with her hooves as an acha. The ghostly image of her alternate self lingered just behind her, visible in the glow of her halo. Despite the change in her form, she stayed in the shadow of the trees.