+3 Birth number three takes place late afternoon and is AW. At least one medic is requested, though I'd like participants to only join one thread. :>

A colt and filly. She was pleased with the pair, but certainly admired Luna’s little colt more. He was dark tipped with a fluffy silver coat, whereas the pale filly was a true palomino. With Abendrot alternating between his naps and watch, Salvia managed to sneak off to refill buckets for the horses. Luna’s colt had dozed off a bit ago, allowing his mother to sleep, but Horse was thirsty enough to make up for this. Salvia brushed the big mare’s forelock as she drank, more out of habit then true affection. She did not love animals as one might imagine; they were decidedly separate from her, in an unromantic way that classified them by importance. Nacht, for example, was considered especially valuable to her. He whinnied at the sight of the blonde girl, who gave herself an excuse to groom him until his black coat gleamed.

By late afternoon she was wondering if Misty would take longer than the others, but her concerns were shortened when she spotted the mare pacing. A look into the stall confirmed she was ready, but the mare had yet to lay down. Undoing her ponytail, Salvia combed her fingers through the thick, lengthening mass of blonde. With a sigh, she pulled it back messily and began watch for the signs of the birth. With two successes, she now felt as if this was a familiar pattern. With any luck there would be no complications—Misty was less needy then Luna, and of a hardier stock. Wisteria hadn’t known if the mare had given birth before, but she mentioned she would pray for safe births for all three horses. Though the gods of Khalif no longer held such sway over her, Salvia was glad none of the births had happened at night. Her fear of Tak lingered, the only true telling of her D’Angelo blood.

When she had been a child, Salvia had known little of the golden coyote—he was related to her through her mother, but his sordid past and treachery were unknown to her. If they had been, she would have objected boldly to his position as hand of the Boss. Sirius had seen it in his power to remove the man from his rank, though the reasons for such a thing were not her business. She had caught glimpses of a wispy, strange woman and given her little heed. Salvia had more important things to deal with then the faults of love.

Now, though, she regarded him with the same cautious and interest as a cat studying a snake. Green eyes trailed over to his form, to the fallen prince. He looked like he did not belong here; if not for that peculiar coldness in his eyes, the stillness in his voice and in his form. It was truly opposite of what she herself was, and thus rubbed at odds with Saliva’s nature.

“Itachi,” she replied, though did not move to meet him. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, loose and shaggy with winter’s weight. “Come to see your horse?” By assuming her father’s role as Ganadera she assumed responsibility for all animals. Itachi’s mare was no different.

There was something peculiar about him; a certain stillness that was unnatural to her. She had never truly come to know him, though he had once served under her Uncle and Mother as their right hand. Of course, Tlanti had as well. It seemed that time made true nature clear—she and her father alone remained in the high ranks, great and terrible and true to the ideals promoted by their leader. Amongst these was the ability to imitate, and social interactions were one such thing. Salvia was not capable of lies on the level of her Uncle, but she was highly talented and quick to learn.

So despite any misgivings, she smiled and took a step to the side so he might observe the mare. She had finally settled, and begun the laborious task of birthing a foal. Her head was hanging and her legs bent under her chest, but there were no signs of any issues yet. “I have assumed the role of my father,” she said easily, speaking of the job as well as rank. “Your mare is a fine specimen; you should think of breeding her.” It would increase their stock, even if Itachi claimed the foal. The gene pool needed to be expanded, though—aside from the project of producing an ideal horse, she did not wish to see inbreeding create weak creatures.