He spoke. She made no effort to agree or disagree with his assertion and merely continued grazing. The roan remembered her mother fondly but had no desire to dwell in the past, which is where her mother resided now. The stallion seemed to go away into his thoughts though, absently still nibbling on the fuzzy hair that covered her shoulder. This went on until her own spoken thoughts interrupted his.

He described the Inlet and Tinuvel, how they reminded him of home. She listened and it seemed his home was not dissimilar to her own. Perhaps at one time, they may not have been much further apart than they were now without even realising it. Mountains and pines meant temperate at worst and cold at best. She'd like that. She lifted her head at his question. "Já" she affirmed simply and fell in step behind him. She would not dawdle now so when he turned, she merely reached out to place a light nip on his hip, driving him onward. "Forward" she murmured with the smallest hint of a playful smirk tugging at features…and then it was gone.

Their passage down the trail towards the sea was marked only by the sound of their hooves crunching into the brittle snow. They were efficient and it was decided that if Dögun should try and slow or turn again, she would nudge him onwards with a bump of her muzzle or nip of her teeth. Silently, she chuckled to herself at their apparent role switch - should it not be the stallion driving the mare?

The plunge back into the sea was not nearly as bad as expected - the thought much worse than the reality. Her powerful legs churned efficiently, tawny eyes taking in the sight of the shore that grew ever closer as they swam. Dögun's head bobbed beside her, slightly ahead and she wondered how many times he had made this swim before.

To the left of the island, the rock fell away in a wide, open mouth. Two arms branched from either side with a large channel keeping them apart yet sheltering the tremendous, oval bay behind it. To the right, where they seemed to be headed, another channel opened up. This one was smaller and the inlet was oblong, reaching well back into the landscape which sprouted up in jagged rocks on either side. Thick snow clung heavily to any outcrop it could find, precariously towered and close tumbling down onto the floats of ice which bobbed up and down in the water on the fringes of the cliff face.

When they reached the shore inside the inlet, where the salt had eaten away at most of the snow, her hooves found mostly loose rocks and large-grain sand. Tundra spread out before them, with brown grasses peeking out on the fringes where it was sheltered. Further inland, she could see where the pines managed to take hold and knew there would be adequate pasture there to support the herd during the slightly warmer months. She recognoised some of shrubs that littered her old homeland, they would provide food year round. While it may not be as appetising as the juicy, green grasses that would adorn the crossing, it was certainly better than bark.

With a shake of the excess water from her hide, Sigrún let her gaze sweep over her new home and then back to Dögun. "This will do well." She stated affirmatively and started to move inland.