Tioga XxX Ice Queen = Gold Rush

i lead my heavily pregant mare to the foaling grounds and wewatch as a mirical happens many times we have tried for a foal but failed this time a small colt is born. His patched coat glistening with blood and the sac in which he has lived his first months.



I look at my son and then at my lead mare.
"His name shall be Gold Rush." th emare nodded and finished cleaning the colt then nursed him.

rain"awwwwww hes sooooo cute! welcome to the world gold rush"

mare: I sigh and nuzzle toga and thank Rain

Stallion: I beam proudly

Colt: I look around and stagger to my feet to feed and waddle wobbly towards my mother