The filly had been so focused on getting closer to her brother, that she had not been aware that another had joined them by the fire. She had kept her face pressed against Uriel's shoulder and her eyes closed as she tried to soak up the meager warmth that he offered that she did not see the newcomer that reached his neck out to her. Even as Uriel shrieked and her mother pushed at her she tried her hardest to remain tucked beneath her brother's neck. She squealed her own protest, her body going rigid because she didn't want to move. But her mother was relentless and Sariel was soon forced away from Uriel and that made her stumble to her hooves.

Somewhere beside her, her brother rose to stand and when she turned her head to look at him he was facing another foal. Her ears fell back and she stepped forward then stopped when she felt a pain in her stomach. Instinct made her turn from her brother and look to the orange mare and Sariel drifted closer to her on shaking legs. Her small muzzle bumped along her mother's side as she sought out something that she wasn't quite sure of. Whatever it was she was sure that it would make the hurt in her stomach go away.

Her head dipped beneath her mother's stomach and she began nursing. She was hesitant at first, but as the warm milk filled her belly she became more eager. The world around her, the icy wind, the snow beneath her hooves, the crackling fire, mother, father, brother, stranger were all forgotten as she filled her tiny belly. Well, they were forgotten until the touch of her brother's muzzle against her shoulder shocked her back into reality. Milk dripped from her muzzle as she looked to Uriel, her amber eyes wide as she wondered if he wanted to drink. She began to step aside to allow him to, but he moved away to their mother's other side, so she followed slowly after him. She poked her head around their mother's chest and looked at him as he stood beside her.

A tiny, warbling whinny slipped past her lips as she moved toward her brother. She pressed her muzzle against his neck and began pushing against him, trying to turn him into their mother's side and direct him toward the milk that had filled her belly and made her feel better.

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