Skylar hardly heard the words past the point of when the mare confessed she was not a Peak member. It was only then that the painted mare had realized how vulnerable she was; how easily she had believed the woman to be Vulcan. Perhaps it was because of the fatigue wearing at her that had her deduction false. Skylar could only guess that it was the sincere and kindness that she saw that made her automatically believe this mare; Inka as she called herself, was a sister.


Finally Skylar dropped her golden gaze down to the snow packed ground and gave a faint nod. “I know I must” she replied quietly. “This is not my first time giving birth, but it has been the most tiring.” She confessed before looking back to Inka. “My name is Skylar” she said “And these are my daughters, Meradith and Moonshine” she added, nodding to each child as she spoke their names.


Raising her head and tipping her ears forward, Skylar glanced off in the direction that Inka had proposed they walk for that stream. With the dark mare’s help, the new mother knew she could make it that far. If Inka would keep guard and lead the way so that Skylar only had to pay attention to herself and her daughters she would find the strength to travel for their safety. Looking back to the bigger mare, Skylar gave a firm nod. “I you are sure of where this stream is then lead the way. We will follow.” Determination laced her voice and it was obvious by the hard set of her face she would allow no less from herself than to at least get her children there.