[Hey E, Volo had a foal from Therthis before. Remember? Blatt Der Flammen came to the two of them in Wajida afterwards to get help in order to regain her abilities.]
The black smiled a bit at Volo, knowing she had been coming. "Volo," he murmured softly, nodding to her. He knew what she had sought him for, and knew too, that her second foal from him could quite possibly be her last. The tides were shifting, and the lands were geared for war again, this time, on two fronts. The wolves and horses both, would clash, and he didn't know whether or not the side of the true kings and queens would emerge victorious again.
"Shall we go to the Glade?" he asked her, nuzzling her neck gently.