It was now or never, but Shakira had to call a meeting. To see who all was here, in her herd. Promise had disappeared and never came back. So much for a lifelong partner.

Shakira snorted, scraping an iron dagger against the cavern floor. Her large, sky blue eyes scanned the caverns for any movement. Life. She waited, ears pricked for the slightest of noises. Nothing. Raised her head, she let a loud, whinny, that would carry through the caverns like the wind. She waited a moment, and tried again, her voice softer this time. The only response she got was a kick from the unborn foal in her belly. She nickered softly, nibbling at her side to calm the foal. It wasn't due for another week or two. But there was always a chance of a premature birth. Always.