She flicks back her ears and closes her eyes. scratching and shuffling close by under the trees draws her ears back to hone in on the sound, her chest rises and falls with deep calm breaths letting her harsh emotions leave in visible puffs of steam from her delicate nares. The mare picks up a hind hoof letting her hips shift to sink into the position slowly. The seasons had finally turned after what seemed like lifetimes to the ice fuelled mare of the Inlet, gone were the warmer breezes to make way for the icy breaths of father winter. Her eyelids flicker as the sounds grow closer and the smells of fox and rabbit invading her nose. Winter's lips quirked up in the corners slightly as blue eyes peeked out from under long lashes to catch the rabbit dart back into his burrow just as the slowly whiting out fox. It always amused her to see the native inhabitants go through their own seasonsal changes such as the modest brown hare switching to the vibrant white of the snow as soon as the scents came around. She swished her tail and let her eyes close once more. Deep breaths. so soothing. Her golden coat is begining to shag up, the smooth shimmer of the summer color just melting off to make way for the lighter longer fluff that helps to keep her insides just as cold as the climate around her. Its the days like these with the returnin of the night that she longs for, the long times basking in the sun its rays gently warm her back glancing of the snow. A deep red coat snakes into her minds vision. Her lip twitches as the color takes form, long legs push through the sand of a beach and a strong body keep balance. A jagged white blaze and haunting brown eyes gaze back at her. Winter's eyes burst open and she lunges foward smaking into a low hanging branch. She grunts and ducks her head and moves from the shelter of the trees a new thought taking seed. I need to find Solgar. Winter picks up her pace and follows his strongest scent.




"Speech looks like this."