She cocked an eye brow and sighed at the squeals of the mare. For him not being hers she was awfully protective. She cast her eyes downwards to flick over the young colt, his thin chest still rose and fell which was a good sign. She let the mare move between them, if she insisted. Winter flicked back her ears in annoyance but spoke warmly to the mare as she backed up a few steps. “I am only trying to help, the caves up there are warm and dry. Much better to rest in, then down here in the muck and the wind. Not to mention safer.” Winter snorted at her words, none of her concern, of course it wasn’t but she couldn’t just leave these two souls out here to die. Or at least her tiny ten times to small of a beating organ wouldn’t let her. The golden mare tired again this time softening her voice, smoothing out the roughness. “You look like you could use a bit of grub as well as the colt. I don’t want to take him from you or hurt him.” She pleaded with the mare with her eyes. Winter meant no harm to her or the little chap. You havnt been around others so long you have turned into a right cow. She scolded herself for her abrasive personality. Winter sighed again, no good ever comes from fraternizing with other equines Winter, you should know that by now.

The wind had picked up coming of the water chasing the cold inland with a warm breath. Her ears flicked back and forth unsure of how she should convey herself. She will admit their reactions to her startled her. Why the hell would that surprise me? You are an asshole. Winter had moved herself out of the reach of the mares hooves and teeth so when the colt spoke she had to lean her head down to hear him. “I doubt very much that you are going to die, the glare you are trying to burn holes in my flesh with says that.” She flicks her ears forward and with draws her head pursing her lips in thought. “Im Winter by the way. Im not sure if it matters much but I thought I should at least put it out there.” She tries her best to soften her features and warm her ice eyes. What will Solgar think of this? I know he is lurking like I first met him. A crease forms over each eye and she flicks the forelock out of her face. The golden mare turns her attention back to the pair hoping that her second go around came off much more sociable and pleasant.



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