Whisked from the meadow to the prairie, only a short time was promised there. The stallion whom had initially claimed her was but a fleeting two-toned face in the scheme of things. Another stallion had challenged for her. Wicked as the game was.

Thus she had found herself once more homed to another location. Shackled perhaps not to one place but another. This a rocky terrain, yet more suitable to the wild temptress, for she enjoyed the endurance of challenge. Tan hooves scraped against the rough soil as the mare made her way into the new territory which had claimed her.

Yet flighty, her pale eyes scanned the vicinity for others like her. Surely she was not the only mare held captive. Still, as a stark reminder to herself, there was safety in numbers and survival in winter with a strong hand to steer the course. While she was young, desirous of the freedoms which those newly branded in adulthood yearn for, Junia was also no fool. Even so, she was curious as to what had drawn this other stallion to call out the other, whom she hadn't known. Both were strangers and she just a prize in their game.

Ivory skull tossed warily as she paused at the top of a soil powdered ridge. Low growing bushes dotted the area with some fatter pines. She wondered if the region would grow on her, or if she would flee in the night.