[Panel 1]
(The delphin, now known as Nadine, sits up. Some magic streams from her horn, surrounding the foal in her arms. The infant squirms and grunts in frustration.)
Nadine: I'm sorry... Let me warm you, dear.
Nadine, internally: Of course I would hurt my leg...
[Panel 2]
(The infant's face is better seen. The black on her muzzle is only near her nose and mouth, then goes up her face. She has a small white marking on the tip of her nose. She is only a few days old, but still sends some magic from her own horn to wrap around her mother.)
Nadine: Oh, honey, no, don't use your magic yet...
[Panel 3]
(Text at the top of the panel reads "Several hours later..." There is again a heap under a sage green cloak at the bottom of this hollow. However, the form now has piles of snow on top of it, and the angry infant begins to cry as she hears voices near her.)
Grey wolf, off-panel: I see tracks! Check that ravine again!
Another lupino: Ah, shit!
[Panel 4]
(Kieran perches in a tree above the scene, watching.)
Kieran, internally: Em, why'd you call me here? For the mare, or the foal?
Grey wolf, off-panel: At least we found the filly alive...
[Panel 5]
(Two of the lupino walk away. Both are grey in color, though one has white spots on the backs of his ears. The other wolf carries the infant.)
Left wolf: Mather is going to be pissed.
Grey wolf: He's got the foal. He'll get over it.
Prologue: End
