Her warm breath was a frosty puff in the cool air of the inlet as she watched the area below here. How long has it been since Mafi had disappeared again? A few moons I should think that slimy bastard. Her pretty face pulled tight in a heavy scowl at nothing in particular the look not complimenting her pleasant features in the slightest. No matter I will just cozy up to the next stallion that comes along, im so tired of being alone and cold. Her fuzzy ears flicked back angrily as she made her way down from the icy bluff her hooves catching traction on the slight bit of rocks under the thin layer of snow. Perhaps he will be better than that awful coward of a stallion the used to reign this land if one ever shows up, sheesh I would have thought the place would be crawling with the scavengers by now. I suppose no one even knows im here though, and I don’t even know if there were others here to begin with. The palomino mare picked up her gait her ample hips swaying with her grudgingly perky gait towards nowhere in particular for the hundredth time. Winter was a bit of a loner much to her dismay her need to stick around the Inlet was a matter of black heartedness, she was lying in wait for Mafi to come back so she could rip him limb from limb! Her stomach growled loudly letting her know among other of her bodies needs during the crisp weather of her heat that she was hungry. The golden mares scowl deepened as the sound reached her ears goading her into seeking out the tough grass the lay in the scrub off from the beach just tempting her away from her murderous thoughts.

This is awful!
She snorted at the taste of the vegetation on the back of her tongue. “You should be more delicious like the clover! Get your shit together!”
Winter gave the grass a death glare as she moved to pull at more of it, her gently golden hide had become tight around her frame the few weeks she had returned to the islands her mind on other things rather than feeding herself. “You make me sick!”
her days had become very lonely so she had picked up the habit of speaking her thoughts out loud just to hear a voice even if it were her own. The high call came rumbling towards her pulling her head up quickly towards it. “that’s not grass talking, I hear a stallion has found his way.”
She mumbled to the open air as she picked up her hooves and started towards the sound her frosty eyes shimmering.

Winter gave a call of her own in the soft light voice she remembered from when she was a fresh perky filly her head up high when she spotted the stallion making his way along the beach. The golden mare came to a halt several yards away ice blue eyes peering out of her thing creamy forelock.


"Speech looks like this."