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Helaku whuffed through his nostrils softly as he bent his head, mane spilling in a dark fall to brush the ground as the stallion examined the basket that was his charge. It had stripes like his tail, but possessed Olathe's coloring...aside from the shining green button, which mystified Helaku somewhat. Neither he nor his mate had any green...but perhaps this was simply an odd basket.
His nose bumped gently into the wicker framework, causing a soft almost-whicker and faint sounds of rustling. Helaku smiled as he nickered quietly in reply. It seemed almost like the foal might be ready to emerge soon, and he was curious. Would it be filly or colt, what would he or she be like?