Uh oh.
what about the leg and the eye are frozen?
Yep. She couldnât keep them close to the crack under the door from where the heat was coming so they froze.
i love your work
Insects in the snow?
Eggs maybe. Insects frozen maybe.
On a diet of trash and half rotten food I figured their intestines are filled with parasites and crawlers. Besides, here in Italy we have flies all year round, even in the rare cases it snows.
Huh. Interesting, may just be where Iâm from. The cold lasts far longer than the snow, any corpses are frozen solid. Fucking nothing survives until spring unless its in those hidden places where animals burrow or whatever
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The eye and leg that were in direct contact with the snow throughout the night getting gangrene is such a satisfying detail.
Hope to see more from you soon.
K. At this point I think the mare just has a necrophilic/cannabilistic kink (no shame). Her first thoughts as soon as her tummeh growls is âbetta num dis ded fwaffyâ.
Great comic, excited to see how long you prolong her suffering. She is freakinâ battered by the end of this comic. 
Hope whatever âsickiesâ might come from eating that corpse donât get expressed to the foal. I want it to grow up and repeat the cycle (have one live baby and struggle to care for it in bad weather).
That look and her growlin stomach oh o 
Iâm seeing her eating her arm and eyeball when they fall off due to frostbite