Greg frowned as he looked around and placed a hand on Minerva's shoulder, giving a brief reassuring squeeze. "There should be a mare here getting pushy about us being near her foal. I don't like that there isn't." He ran his hand down the little foal's neck as he looked over the creature. "Well, he's a boy and he looks in pretty good condition so he's in no danger of dying just yet."
He scratched under the colt's chin then chuckled when the colt tried to suckle on his fingers. "Hungry, are you, lad? Bet you are."
He looked around worriedly again. "It's not normal for a unicorn mare to let her foal wander. I don't like this at all." He opened his bag and pulled out a large bottle and beckoned to the house elf. "Toby, can you mix this up? There are instructions on the side so it should be easy enough. Just mix up one lot and make sure it's not too hot."
He turned back to Minerva. "Toby's going to mix up some formula and I'd like you to see if you can get some into the colt. He'll probably accept it a bit better from you than me. You'll probably have to let him suckle it off your fingers as well since he looks a little young to have got the hang of drinking normally. It might take a while but persist and see if you can get a good lot of it down his throat."
He slowly backed away from the colt so as not to spook him. "I'm going to have a quick look around and see if I can't find his mum. If she's not here then she might be injured. I don't think he would have wandered far."