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Animals giving new birth on the frontier is not easy going. Nearly all the newborns have to learn to walk within hours after they are born. This would especially be an upcoming challenge for wild horses Truka and Honotik (both appaloosas),expecting a newborn colt or foal It was mid summer in the Rocky Mountains, and there were 2 things every living thing there knew. 1. Many predatory animals lived and moved around the Rocky Mt. areas. 2. Winter by the Rockies were extremely cold. The two horses knew that the new baby would have to start walking within hours of its delivery if it stood a chance at surviving…. In the middle of the night, the colt was delivered.
“Are you ok, Truka?” Honotik asked anxiously.
“I'm fine,” she huffed and whinnied.
They both turn to look at the newborn. Panicking, Truka leaped up and looked in the long, tangled grass looking around like a cat that got it's mouse stolen by a hawk.
“Are you sure you didn't have another false alarm?”
“I'm pretty sure it wasn't a-”
A scratchy unhorse like noise bellowed out, shocking the couple.
“That's my son? He's so punny.” Honotik exclaimed, shockingly, “He’ll never make it around to different grazing lands, and he certainly won’t make it past adulthood.”
“It’s our son Honotik. And he is perfectly fine you’ll see,” Truka said completely overjoyed.
The newborn neighed and bumped his head on the ground of grass as if it hurt to make noise. The baby was quite small for a newborn colt. He had small tufts of black mane like he got it cut by a blind groomer, or if someone had yanked parts of his mane out. His coat was dark brown, with a small spotted brown and white patch on his rump. A blanket appaloosa.
“He's beautiful,” Truka beamed with joy.
Honotik, on the other hand was not at all amused at the sight of his new son, “If he can't stand by sunset we are leaving! We can’t take care of a crumpled mess like that.”
“Trigg is going to stand and walk beautifully and then I want you to go his pace,” Truka aggressively bellowed, “After that I don’t want to hear another word of negativity about him.”
“Truka, it's becoming winter and we have to head south or we'll be buried in snow and all freeze to death. Not to mention wolves, cougars, and humans. Even a baby owl could scoop this THING up!”
“You don't like Trigg, do you?”
Wailing neighs filled the air from the tiny newborn.
“Don't worry about your father,” Truka tried to comfort the colt, “he is a fast hotheaded paced stallion. You can walk when you can.” She softly nudged the newborn. Even the small bump was enough to knock the little thing over.
“That is not an option! If he does that in the wilds, he will be killed faster than than you could think of an apple being eaten. If he can't gallop today then I will leave and catch up to the others, I don't care if you both freeze to death.”
“That's fine by me! Honotik…”
Sunset came fast and Honotik, more irritated than ever, was anxiously trotting in circles, waiting to run towards the rest of the herd.
“Honotik come see this” Truka, more excited than ever at the sight. Hoping to see progress Honotik ran over.
Trigg crawled his way, still unable to stand, inching his way over to his, rather angry, father.
“Isn't he making such great progress?” Truka whinnied.
“He can't walk.”
“But he can get somewhere.”
“He can't gallop!” Honotik let out the loudest bellow he could make.
“He is making progress! Cut it out!”
“We can't waste anymore time! Winter in the Rockies will freeze us all, we have to find warmer weather, or the grass will be under feet of snow and freeze us.”
“I'm not leaving him! He deserves a chance.”
“Well while you believe you can save a thing like that, I’ll be warm with the herd. I'm out of here!” Honotik stormed off, not looking back, not the slightest care about the newborn and mare behind him.
“Where's the fire?” Truka softly neighs, starting to doubt being left was such a good idea after all.
She looked at the young colt. "Well, he's going to miss out.”
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