She seems a capable mare, but in her condition, Hannah shouldn't overdo it. Tarek leads them on a slow and steady journey, in search of a fertile territory. They'll need food, and shelter, and mild spring weather. He stops frequently for rest and food, and stands close to share his body heat on cold nights. He may not be this foal's father, but he is certainly acting like a concerned father-to-be.

Their travels take them to the ends of the islands, past colder winters and dry desert air, to the forest, a land sheltered by old growth forest and abundant with edible growth. It's a risk, leading Hannah here. Tarek doesn't know who lives here. They might be hostile, but the desirable climate of the territory outweighs the risk. They must gamble for a welcoming reception anywhere they go.

The pale light of morning filters a pattern like lace through the trees. Tarek's smoke-colored coat blends well with the shadows, but he is not here on a stealth mission today. He lets loose a wavering call for the leader of this place. His mission today, is more of the diplomatic kind, an art of which he has little practice. He hopes he can find the words he needs to keep himself and his new friend safe.