She supposed it was pretty; the sunrise. The warm hues intermingled with the cold blue of the sky. A sunrise was a sunrise though, she had seen many. The warm air was a curious thing and certainly good for survival. Anything that would have a good effect on the grass was alright by her even if she didn't quite understand how such a thing could happen. She was used to snow and tundra and while she was vaguely aware that other climates existed, this was her first time experiencing it. While the thunderstorms would not phase her, they would confuse her more with their relative warmth. It was all very new and strange but she would adapt.

All the moving around in a short space of time was an irritation, expending more energy than she cared to on swims and walking to her new homes. She preferred to stay put, wandering within her home's boundaries as she saw fit. Why wander when you have a perfectly good home to enjoy? Perhaps it was because she did not care about meeting new faces outwith her herd. She didn't talk much and preferred the steady company without much chatter so she had little reason to wander. She cared very little about exploring the islands either, a mountain was a mountain and a lake was a lake. They just came in different shapes and sizes.

However confusing she found the climate, the ridge was far superior to the lagoon though. While the lagoon had not bothered her, it's sand near the water and slushy bog land in the further reaches left little good vegetation. Food was about the only thing that Sigrún was passionate about. The bachelors did not seem too bothered about her either, she wasn't sure just how safe she felt under their protection. She did not know Kasabian, but band stallions were generally better at keeping the mares safe so she would at least feel more at ease in the ridge.

By the time Kasabian reached her, she had gotten over her hesitance about the strange grass and was contently grazing. Her ears twitched as she caught wind of an approach and her chestnut eyes lifted to watch the buckskin work his way towards her. She barely made a move to meet him however,  taking slow strides forwards as she continued to graze. When he was close, she finally raised her head and met his nicker with her own. He spoke her name and she bobbed her head, "Ja" she affirmed in her rough nordic accent while reaching her muzzle forward to exchange breaths. Pulling her head back, she frowned slightly, "It is warm" she observed curiously.