Wanda was a graceful and elegant Pegasus, a mother-to-be in the countryside of some mystical land. It's almost time..

It was foal season, of course. Spring, if you will. The elven ranch hands made their occasional visit to the Pegasus mares around the stables. They were always there to help, but for now, they only tended to the mothers who were doing their thing, givin' birth.

Here Wanda laid, in her own secluded stall, resting on her hay bed. She was listening to the distance neighs and whinies from her stall-neighbours as they welcomed their little foals into the world.

That could be her pretty soon. Luckily she wasn't feeling any pains yet. She still had time to prepare her stall if she'd like.