Haru lay on her side, sweat covering her lean purple body. She trembled, shaking her head. This was the problem with being a healer. You couldn't tend to your own labour. She looked over to her mate and whinnied loudly.
"The foal's coming." She gasped. "Did you find... a healer." She lay her head back down, gasping. Slowly she began to breath slowly, trying to control the pain. However another spasm shot through her. She looked to her mate, hoping that he would drive off anything that smelled the blood and would try to make an easy meal out of a newborn foal and a tired out mother.