Rainfeather was pinned to the ground. She tried to lift her head but the weanlings were stronger, she shouldn't even bother trying. She was too small. Oaktree's look was smug. Rainfeather squirmed. "Let me go!" She said in anger. His followers nickered "Let you go? Is that all you got Featherweight?" They traded kicks to her flank, but she took them, trying to show them how brave she was. "ENOUGH!" "Ashstone slammed the soil with his hooves. It was her sire. She sighed with relief. The weanlings looked at him. Suddenly a figure emerged. It was Elmwing.