Another stallion might be upset being held captive by mares, but anger, resentment, or any other emotion along that spectrum, remain foreign to the likes of Kestral. Visions have foretold a time spent in the Peak. He sees the faces of mares, many of them struggling. There is a war brewing on the islands, and while Kestral doesn't allow himself to get swept up in political games, he feels he is here in the Peak for a reason. Fate has a path laid out for him, and while the path forward remains unclear, Kestral knows he is where he needs to be right now.

Kyuubi need not worry about her pet flying away. His wings are clipped by his own strange sense of purpose. He won't leave these mountains without some sign to signal the right time. He has seen no such sign, and anticipates a long stay in the peak.

The early morning sun casts long shadows across the irregular landscape, but everything is covered in sweet morning dew. Places that catch the light shimmer like the earth is strewn with diamonds. Kestral makes his way down the south side of this mountain. His eyes appreciate the brilliance of such a beautiful summer morning. Kestral descends in search of a meal. As he stroll down the mountainside, so does the rainwater and rich silt each time it falls. It collects in fertile meadows and valleys at the base of each mountain, feeding lush grasses there.

The stallion appears, white and shimmering, like the ends of dew-soaked blades of grass. He is a diamond among diamonds, another stunning part of nature the gods have placed upon this earth.

A mare stands before him, her head bowed in reverence. Kestral feels compelled to do the same. From across the meadow, he too closes his eyes and breathes in the beauty of life around them. Keen seems to understand the quiet in such a moment. Her shadow sweeps across the meadow in silence.