The night has never looked more peaceful. This was a first though for the spotted maiden, her very first night alone. Mama had taken off just as soon as Hemp had, meaning something or someone had scared them off. Indy wasn't worried though. She actually looked forward to having the forest to herself for a bit until she came across its new owners, because to her knowledge a place such as this would never be abandoned for long. It was all a matter of time, so for now the mare wandered, head tilted upwards to the tall trees towering over her to peer through the thick branches at the glimpses of the stars far above.

"Beautiful", her voice softly breathes, blue eyes blinking in wonder. She was very much like her momma, ever so curious of things around her. When the branches swayed with the night breeze, covering her view, she was forced to move on, heading towards that of the stream. Maybe if she moved away from the heart of her home she'd be able to find the new horses. They hadn't been apart of the old forest herd, so they couldn't possibly know of the clearing way behind her.

She traveled along an old path that twisted through the trees, the ground well worn from numerous horses. The sparkling of water ahead had her picking up her legs into a slow jog, and soon the trees thinned out to where she could stand alone on the grassy bank leading to the water. She wasn't thirsty, so she was not going to waste time to stop. Her legs moved her again, quickly pushing through the cold water and onto the opposite bank. It felt as though she was leaving a part of her life behind entering this new part of the forest she had yet to discover.

For a while, indy was unsure that she'd ever find the new horses, but movement caught her attention. Stopping, her head swivels toward the thick group of trees to her left where she'd seen the flash of another coat, ears curiously cupping forwards. Too big to be a rabbit or a deer, her mind muses, urging her legs closer. Taking a deep breath, her body curves itself between a small space in the trees, and her bald face pushes past the bushes to peer into another clearing. Two other horses stood nearby, one of black with white spots and the other a much creamier looking color who also carried spots. Though while Indy herself was covered in bright red freckles, the two in front of her only had them on their rumps. Putting on her best smile, her body wiggled its way free of the clinging branches so that she could properly greet the new ones.

Her throat released a friendly nicker of some sort as she nervously stood by and waited. One of the horses looked asleep, so her eyes focused more on the male, his heavy musk confirming that. He would be the one she would be answering to if he did allow her to stay.