Satitba had been enjoying breakfast when there was a sound. It had sounded like her name but then there was a crash, then the sound of something sliding and something heavy going bump. Satitba’s head twisted around, a bit of grass still hanging from her muzzle. She snorted and set off in the general direction. She saw slide marks in the snow and looked down the slope.

There was a heap crumpled against the base of a tree. It moved and Satitba jumped down the slope. She was pretty sure she recognized the scent. It had been from the early days - perhaps spring? She didn’t know but whatever was down there needed to be checked on.

As she approached she realized the smell.

“Sayble!” Satitba called, her voice full of worry. She trotted up to her first friend since arriving and dropped her nose to see what she could do. Sable was at least breathing. Satitba nuzzled the other mare. “Sayble! Ya alraht? Talk ta me!” Satitba did not know where the others of the peak herd were. She was already beginning to panic, hooves prancing around.

At least there did not seem to be any blood. Blood, she knew, was bad. This was positive then.