Sigrún had expected the herd would have done as she had intended to do and relocated to the trees that bordered the base of the mountain side. From the direction of the dark clouds, and the wind that obviously pushed them; the face of the mountain would be well sheltered on their side. The forest on the far side where the herd actually took shelter was more open, though still adequate. She hadn't taken into account the difficulty they would have faced in trekking the foals over to the mountainside however. If she had stopped to consider it, she would have been with them now but the uneasiness of the sudden storm had clouded her judgement and sent her branching off in the wrong direction. Her makeshift shelter would serve her well for the duration though and she could wait it out and rejoin the herd when the wind kicked down a notch or two.

Looking out at the blanket of water that covered the entrance of the shallow cave and hearing the howl of wind that tore past it - she wondered if her cliff face ledge at the entrance of Inlet had already been washed away. She imagined it crumbling away from the face and smashing into indiscriminate pieces of rock and earth that would be swallowed by the raging sea below. It was strange to think a place where she had spent so much time could soon be gone forever. Such is life.

She could not hear or smell beyond her little bubble of damp rock and moss but she could see a shadow lingering at the entrance. It was too large to be a wolf and too small to be one of the mares which meant it could only be Dögun. She wondered why was he not with the rest of the herd Were they trailing behind? Or had he been cut off from them by the storm during one of his patrols?

She could admit to herself that seeing just a muzzle poking through the sheets of rain was a rather amusing sight, even if she'd never voice it aloud. She pushed off the wall she was leaning on with a light grunt and stepped a little closer to the mouth of the cave just as the grullo stallion entered it.

She huffed a sharp breath as his muzzle found her shoulder, and then reached her muzzle out to his neck to suck in his scent. He smelled of earth and damp and adrenaline. He had been worried. "I did not intent to" she stated simply at his words, her gaze drifting to the storm that raged outside. A flash of lightning illuminated their cave as it struck the entrance. Small fragments of shattered stone clinked off the wall. “Hórusonur!” she exclaimed, throwing her head up in surprise. She threw Dögun a sidelong glance, snorting amusedly “The gods must be displeased” and for a moment that seemed to be all she would say. ”What did you do?"