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Reaching Blessing Hadley turned around and moved to place Amatha into Sebastian's arms. The wide eyed fear was too much though, placing her in the hay instead. As much as he loved his daughter, her need for milk trumped the need to handle her gently. Try to sooth her. Her whines were growing more intense, Hadley's nerves beginning to crack. He stepped into the stall with Blessing, the normally calm mare stamping her feet, craning her head to see what was happening.
Gently he pressed a hand against her, trying to figure out if it was possible to milk a mare. He found where the milk was, Blessing swinging around and snapping at Hadley. He pushed the mare away firmly and grabbed a blanket. Carefully he milked her, the mare's irritation with the task clear. Once the blanket was soaked he stepped out, looking over to the hay. She seemed alright, despite the fact that the hay wasn't the softest material. Gently he picked her up, and held the cloth for Amatha to drink from. Hungrily the pup began to suck, enjoying the milk. At last, the cries were silenced.
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