Winter in the bay was always cold but a sudden drop in temperature had put the tall mare on edge. It was no secret that she was not built for the cold - just a quick glance at her and that much was obvious. While she endured last winter without much incident, a fully-fledged winter storm could be another matter. She kept her sooty daughter close, both for warmth and to make sure the girl didn’t wander of and get lost in the obvious-coming blizzard. If she forgot why she was out there or how to find the herd and became lost, the pale mare knew she wouldn’t see the girl again.

A call from Soljor caught both mare and filly’s attention. Hollowshank frowned and turned her head up the her tall mother.”Is something happening?” she asked, not sure if she should know what was going on. ”Yes.” the tall mare responded and nudged the girl toward Fly. ”The herd is moving, let’s not fall behind.” The tall mare would happily follow Fly to shelter; the sooner the herd were safe, the better. Hollowshank trudged along beside, still not really sure why they were moving. Glancing up, she noticed a snow coloured mare ploughing through the drifts with a colt trailing behind. She assumed they were to follow the pair and took off after them while Rattlebone slowed as she reached Fly.