K1A1 heard Dögun’s call and she moved toward him in response with her usual thundering trot. Her mind is blank, never one to care much for these kinds of gatherings. Could Dögun not count those among them himself? Perhaps he was more interested in delegating such a task. Though K1A1 was not exactly best utilized as headcounter, she did know exactly who had been around and who had not. And she was clamoring for more to do—anything was better than border patrol, a task she had exhausted to the point that her hoofprints were firmly embedded in the landscape, serving to make the line between the Inlet and the Bay as pronounced as possible. There was absolutely no confusion as to which side was which.

As she arrives, K1A1 lets her eyes fall upon a new lightly colored mare—one she had not yet met (nor cared to meet really)—but was at least aware of. Planting her feet firmly in place, she swings her head around to regard Dögun, waiting for news or instructions—whichever came first.

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