Flamedapple took a breath of the cold, fresh air. Silverpelt seemed to be outlined in the indigo sky, in and intricate curving pattern, as snowflakes floated down to the frosty earth. She looked back down at her smoky gray pelt. It ruffled in the soft breeze. Her belly swelled outwards, between her forelegs. Gingerly, she gave it a lick. She felt a feeble squirm from within. Flamedapple gazed upwards again. That night was her chance. Flamedrapple drifted off again, no longer caring if she dozed off in the peaceful snow. The flakes at least provided some padding for her as she convulsed. ~***~ ~**~