Fly stood at the outer edge of the herd; her back to her fellow equines as she stared into the pine trees from her perch upon a small hill out in the open. It was a routine she followed with each passing day and although she had become bored with it the bay mare couldn’t help but continue her steady watch over the territory. The threat of wolves was growing with each day and she wasn’t about to let her guard down when Soljor was growing such a big family here; including their daughter.




Suddenly a scent caught Fly’s attention and she turned her head to gaze off towards her right. Ears twisting forwards and nostrils flaring she drew in the scent again with quivering nares. As she confirmed the scent the bay mare gave a few tosses of her head before she set off in a sweeping trot that quickly pulled her away from the herd and towards the border with the Inlet. As she approached the invisible line the mare didn’t even hesitate to cross. Instantly another stallion’s scent bombarded her nose but she ignored it as much as possible as she followed the one scent she knew best. Soda.




Letting out a high pitched call that echoed off the surrounding trees and mountains, Fly knew her voice would carry for some distance but she kept at her trot in hopes of spotting her sister first. Given others might have heard was of no concern to Fly. She always enjoyed company anyways.