The golden mare relaxed into her back hoof letting the wind sweep over her coat, her eyelids fluttering down as the silence lulled her into what would have been a very pleasant nap. She could hear him approaching through the trees, the sound sending her ears running towards her skull and her blue eyes coming to life as his roaned face emerged. Her frigid eyes take a moment to sweep over his frame assessing his build and filing it away in her neat and tidy brain. Winter cocked an eyebrow when his deep voice brings a frown to her soft lips. “which one am I? You say it like I am some trollop.” She flicks her tail her own thoughts working up her dander but not pulling her out of her loose and relaxed stance. “I am the one who will still be here when you gallop off into some dumb ass idea that pops into your brain so you can call me Winter.” Winter jerks her head up scowling grumpily at the stallion who has decided that for the moment the Inlet will be his home. “And I didn’t shout its just so, quiet and lifeless around here that it seemed that way.” Her scowl deepened as she glared at him, lowering her head respectfully. “besides I didn’t see you there Solgar, I am unaccustomed to having other equines roaming around the place and lounging about in the underbrush like some sort of predator.” The steam puffs from her nostrils every now again while they stand there, she looks over at him once more before sighing and rolling her eyes. “I suppose I ought to try and get along with you. I was getting rather lonely.” The golden mare reaches out her nose to him cautiously offering her breath in the traditional greeting.

The sounds of another walking towards them jerks her attention around as she mentally scolds herself for not catching the approaching equine faster, the bay mare was practically ontop of them before Winter noticed. I must be getting old I suppose. Winter nods to Pulse reaching out to touch her shoulder before letting a grin slip onto her white face, the action softening the structure. “Hello Pulse, nice to see you are still around.” Winter took a step closer to the mare feeling more at ease inside with her there rather than just herself and the crotchety stallion that was now the lead.





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