Wilder</style>

Of course the white shadow's never too far away. He's not right at her side, but he sees her, and is watching. And while she labors, he's worried for one brief instant. He's not oblivious. She's aging, and foaling is taxing work, and for one moment, his conviction of her infallibility is faltering, and for a split second he wonders if she'll never leave this place, and whether the foal would. But those thoughts are silly, a waste of his intellect, as before too much more time passes, so does the foal from his dam's body. It's not long before Mandrake has shifted, grooming the boy as a Jaguar.

The approach of the second brother does not escape his notice- Wilder steps closer then, untrusting and wanting to be close enough to defend the son and his dam if needed. The thought is once more, an irrational one, for even if a brother defected, surely they'd never out and out attack the mother. Still though, the point remained the same. Even if he was a brother, Wilder was taking no chances. As Mandrake’s belly had expanded, the snowy Pegasus had been more settled, in a way. Or at the very least, when it was just the two of them; and he’d been even more reluctant to leave her than he’d been before. Yet if there was another, he’d watch himself for the most part, but every now and then he’d get snappish There’s a small smile as his attention is drawn back to his son, who’s fluttering wings and hooves as he is determined to stand.

Wilder locks up for a second, confused on what he should do, though the only real clue is his feathers ruffling as the foal is suddenly surrounded by flame, pushing the dam back from the newborn’s side. Seemed he didn’t just inherit traits from his sire. The colt attempts to stand in earnest, not waiting like some foals might, his wings hindering him slightly, until the boy figures out he can use his wings to his advantage, flapping in different directions before settling on one, using the angle to help propel himself up. He’s standing now, tail swishing happily, an look of ‘watch what I can do!’, before taking a shaky step. He stumbles a bit at first, and experiments with his wings, but he grows more certain of himself with each step, ignoring any help his dam or brothers might try to offer him. Steel eyes look around, from the black mare to the white horse, who has the same things protruding from him as the young boy does. This catches his attention, as the other two don’t have them, but he forgoes any adventuring for now, contenting with getting this whole ‘walking’ bit down to snuff. Yet like a moth to the flame, he’s drawn to the black big cat, oblivious to the other equines as he somewhat stabley walks towards her.

Evers speaks, asking what he’ll be named. He’d already discussed this with Mandrake; there was never any doubt the boy would, well, be a boy, and so Wilder had simply been waiting now, to give his son. He steps towards Mandrake and his son, eyes on the boy.
"Darwin."

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.</style>