From the way that the wind blew to the way the stars shined above, there was something certainly different about this night. As the Weaver stood beneath the cover of the autumn moonlight, he couldn't help to let his mind wander to the recent happenings in the Basin. There had been an influx of intruders, all annoying and arrogant in their thinking, proclaiming that they had all the business in the world to be here and that they feared not a thing. The mere thought of these imbeciles caused a scowl to cross the stallion's face, before he turned his head and gazed out across the expanse of the lake.

As of late, Crowley had begun to take notice of the most horrifying thing he had surely ever seen. The silver Corporal of the Basin had begun to round out in the barrel, and while he would have loved to simply poke fun at her and tease that her dietary habits were spiraling out of control, he knew that that was not the case. He could recall clearly the night long ago, when the two of them had wandered off together into the deepest part of the Basin... With an abrupt shake of his head, the Weaver gave a sharp snort to rid himself of the thought. The realization of becoming a parent had dawned on him long ago, and honestly, he wasn't sure how to handle the situation.

From his side, Talbot gave a whine, outstretching a leg and pawing at Crowley's left foreleg. He could feel the stallion's turmoil through their bond, and the pup wanted nothing more than to help his bondmate through whatever it was that was obviously bothering him. As young as he still was, the hound still had much to learn when it came to the more 'adult' issues of his partner and their herd; his mind was still wrapped around playing and sleeping the entire afternoon, or prowling clumsily after the tundra fauna, not the thoughts of slaughtering intruders of the worrying of a firstborn child.

Craning his head around to look down at the youngster, Crowley breathed a sigh. Although he'd been wary at first, he and Talbot had formed a sort of relationship that surprised even him. In a way, he supposed that the stripy pup was much like his firstborn, for he cared for him as such. Just as he opened his mouth to offer the hound words of comfort, a sound caught his ears and cut him off; it was a squeal, and there was no denying that it had come from a younger member of the herd. Something unsettled deep within his chest. "... Come, Talbot," he spoke up, his words firm, but not crude. Turning, Crowley started in the direction of the noise, and Talbot followed loyally at his heels.

Making his way across the Basin, it was admittedly easy for the Weaver to pinpoint just where he needed to go. The scent of blood was thick on the air, and in the distance, the lying form of a unicorn was prevalent. His eyes caught the familiar sight of the mare's markings, and instantly he knew it was Elizabeth, and realized what was going on. Beside her was another dark figure, dwarfed in comparison to the Corporal's body. For a moment Crowley stood, halted, taking in the sight that was before him. There wasn't a doubt in his mind now that just minutes ago, he had officially become a father; but how would he take to the position? Would he even care about the child? Or would Elizabeth coddle her and hog her all to herself? For all he knew, the child could one day end up liking those without a horn on their brow... And it was that thought that finally sprung him back into motion, closing the distance between the pair and himself.

Silently he walked, head dropped as his eyes scanned solely the little, wet filly that looked so much like himself. Her body was dark with a silver sheen, obviously gifted to her by her mother, but what struck out even more were the dual pair of horns that had only begun to sprout from her head, as well as the bright stripes lining her coat, courtesy of the Weaver himself. Finally, the beginnings of a grin pulled at his lips, and he pressed his whiskered muzzle into the filly's shoulder with a gentleness even he was unaware of possessing.

"Get up," came his voice, a patient command before he shifted his golden gaze to Elizabeth, who was surely exhausted from whatever pains she had just endured. He wouldn't be surprised if she went about snapping at him and demanding he leave, saying that he was rushing the filly's actions when she had only just arrived; but her trembling alerted him that she needed to get somewhere out of the wind. "We need to take her to one of the caves before the wind picks up any more."

From a distance, Talbot watched with wondrous eyes. The little filly was in a helpless state, and while she might have been seen as prey to any other carnivore like himself, he knew that she was some sort of exception. Behind him, the tip of his tail began to wag and he gave a pathetic whine, wishing to come closer but knowing better. Maybe once the filly was up on her feet, he could finally have a new playmate.