As they rode down the road, Anya suddenly pulled on Sassy's reins. Sassy came to a stop. A foal had stumbled onto the road in front of them, neighing weakly.
"Where is its mother?" Anya asked, voicing the question Sassy was thinking. She looked around. "We are miles from the closest settlement." The foal timidly walked up to Sassy. It ducked its head under her. Sassy let out a whinny of shock as she felt the foal latch onto her empty udder. It suckled hungrily.
"It must be orphaned, poor thing," Anya said. She waved her hand. Sassy grimaced as her udder filled with milk. The foal continued to suckle, now getting the food it so desperately needed. "There. That should do." While the foal suckled, Anya magicked a lead, which she gently looped around the foal's neck. Once the foal finished, Anya pressed her heels into Sassy's sides. Sassy obediently began to walk again. The foal followed close behind on the lead.
As they continued their journey, Sassy couldn't help but wonder what Anya's plan with the foal was.