This entire scenario is not what Nattergal had in mind. He was excited to get away from Liland and join the Lagoon. He was excited to finally have Bran with him where they both might develop new skills, and put their experiences to good use. He was surprised to return to the Lagoon with Bran in tow, only to be met with the most terrifying mare he's ever seen. Bozena is the stuff of nightmares, large and intimidating, dark, with what looks like a misshapen head. No wonder she's so angry. Nattergal would be angry too if he looked like that.

The beast of a mare drove the brothers from the Lagoon, and north to the Peak. Bran never got the chance to be a bachelor. Guilt overwhelms the colt. Nattergal shouldn't have invited his brother here. If he had known they would return to this, he would have left Bran in the Prairie, a free man. But it's too late now.

They gather on the mountainside. The declining light of day casts long shadows across the landscape. A wicked winter wind shears across the rock face. Nattergal turns his rump to the wind softening the cold bite of winter's teeth with the thickness of his tail. Spring is near but winter holds strong at the higher elevations of the Peak just like it would in the Bay. Nattergal is used to such weather but he wished for a change. He looks to his brother, his eyes dark and his ears drawn in disappointment. "I'm sorry Bran. I didn't mean for this to happen. We'll find a way out of this somehow." Nattergal is disappointed in himself for not seeing something like this coming, in his father for sending him to the Lagoon in times of turmoil, and with the leaders of the Lagoon for failing them all.