Tired muscles carry the weary traveler inland. Her progress is impeded by the weight of her wet hair. Her tail and feathers drag behind her, picking up leaves and twigs and leaving a trail of disturbed ground and salt water in her wake. Exhaustion slows her progress through the woods, but her eyes and ears remain alert, searching for any sign of the horse she seeks.

Rowena might be of average height, and black of coat, but her face bears a striking resemblance to another here on this island. She is on a mission, searching for Vodnik, and in doing so, searching for herself.

Fate is not, however, setting her up to find her father just yet. Her first find differs greatly from the large, imposing form of the draft stallion. It is a young foal she spots. The handsome, young fellow observes the world through the most striking blue eyes. Rowena wonders if this might be a brother.

Her slow pace brings her closer to the colt. She calls out to him, "hello?". Her ears tip forward, and her eyes are warm. Rowena is not a threat, but the predator lurking undetected by either young horse becomes a greater threat with each passing moment.

OOC: Sorry this is so short. My muse has left the building...