There was something about becoming a father that made Shelter a mix of proud and nervous, no matter how many foals he had raised to be successful adults. Each time was some new adventure and new worries and new mistakes because nothing stayed the same. It always seemed that something changed in some way between each season. He had gathered up Honeycombs best feathers from the year molt, the marsh fowl had very bright and brilliant plumage and he was sure it would be a good gift to the Legendary he was seeking out.