It had now been an entire season since she had arrived, and the only sign of equine life she had encountered had been the one with the white face who had so easily startled her. There were various scents about, but they were faint near the border, where she had thus far stayed. She was rather disappointed. It seemed to her that being around others seemed to stimulate her memory’s return. It frustrated her that she had seen no one else and that she continued to live in darkness, at least in regard to who she was.

She paced alongside the border between the mountain and the common area. Her right temple and hind leg bore no sign of injury now, but her shoulder still had evidence of her accident. It was no longer reddened, but instead had a tough scabbed covering that itched often. How she longed, as she looked at a large boulder nearby, to simply rub against a rocky edge and relieve the feeling. But she knew better. It had taken the course of summer and fall to get to this point, and she would be foolish to hinder further healing.

As she continued her anxious dance, a call rang out across the mountain. She froze, ears pricked and body tense. Her eyes shone with excitement. Gone was the nervous, clueless mare. Now she was a bit bolder, for loneliness did not suit her. Eagerly, she began to make her way in the general direction of the noise at a brisk trot, her hooves clattering against the unfamiliar shale landscape.

Nearing the origin of the call, she slowed. Her nostrils flared and captured the scents of two others, for it seemed someone who actually lived here had finally come forward. She slowly rounded a corner and perceived two figures, one slender and one solidly built. One scent was definitely familiar just from her wanderings thus far. The other, presumably the draft’s, was new. It seemed to her that the pale one had the authority here, as she spoke first. Although Mouse had become a bit bolder, she would not simply throw caution to the wind. If she were to be revealed, it would not be by speaking. She would simply wait until she was noticed.

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mustang | mare | grulla | 14.2 hh | 6 years | ali