Sigrún would never bury her past but it was irrelevant to her present and she need not dwell it. She wouldn't hide it when asked about it either but she but wasn't exactly the most forthcoming individual. She spoke as little as she could get away with so it was unlikely to be disclosed. Forgetting was a part of life, but she didn't mind remembering. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

While, by nature, she is mostly serious there are times when bouts of playfulness filter in. If the grullo stallion’s tail had flicked just a little closer around her face she might had grabbed at it with her teeth. As it stood though, she only contemplated it as it swished back and forth in her field of vision.

When they reach dry land once again, she can’t help but think he looks proud, as he probably should. Not every stallion is capable of finding an adequate home and then defending it against those who may want it for themselves. There are only a few scents so the herd is obviously not very large yet – just manageable. It might benefit them to increase in numbers in time for next winter as they will surely all need to share warmth. For now though, as winter was on her way out, they would not need to worry about such things.

She snorted at the dun male’s joke and carried on moving. He could point things out, herd her in the right direction or ask questions as he saw fit. She was content to just take it all in.