The souls of the Peak may not come together in the same way that a traditional herd might come together. Their social structure is something entirely different, but they are there for each other just the same. They find safety in numbers and companionship among each other. Kestral has found his place here. The caged bird sings, and finds security behind his bars. He hopes Rhadra can find a place of belonging here too. His reasons are both noble and not. Kestral wishes well upon the world, but he selfishly hopes to see her face rise with the sun each day.

Kestral nods with understanding. Pale ribbons of mane shake loose around his ears. "Yes. There are others. We are a family, here on the Peak." Kestral speaks for the sisters of the Peak. Though he can never truly be one of them, their bond is well understood. Rhadra will winter in good company here.

The spotted stallion follows the path of her wandering eyes. The jagged mountain tops reflect in their glass surface. He feels her wonder in his heart. "I would love to, Rhadra." His face breaks into a smile more brilliant than the sun. "Come", he beckons, before turning away and up the mountain.

He is wild, drifting upwards like leaves on the cold autumn breeze. He follows a network of well-worn paths, picking the best places to find purchase on rugged terrain. He is both nimble and strong, making way with all the skill of a mountain goat, but he is careful to pace himself. He leads Rhadra on with enough time to admire each breathtaking view, and drink in all the smells of the mountain.