Lately, the Inlet had been boring. Although Freya would never say that out loud - especially to Dogun - she couldn't help but wonder if things would ever go back to how they were, like in the spring when the herd's numbers had flourished. She loved her life here, there was no doubt about that. She was content to stay here amongst her family (which had grown smaller in the past few months) and raise the child that grew within her. But still, there was a part of the young mare that yearned for some form of excitement. Something to thrill her, even if only for a short time.

But she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't actively seek out danger or excitement. Not when there was more than her life on the line, but now the life of her unborn son or daughter. So she always smothered the thoughts, pushed them back into their dark hiding place within her and ignored them to the best of her ability. A distraction was what she needed, and in a stroke of luck, a distraction was provided for her.

Freya had been doing her normal border patrol when she stumbled upon the young filly on one of the Inlet's beaches. She looked lost and confused, and in desperate need of help. Her shrieking whinny only confrmed that, and Freya immediately made her way towards the sabino girl, blue eyes full of concern. The wind whipped around them and the waves crashed against the beach, making it nearly impossible to hear, but Freya flicked her ears towards the young girl and strained to speak to her over the thundering noises.

"Are you okay?" She asks the filly, reaching out to press her nose against the girl's shoulder to help steady her. "Come with me." Her words are shouted over the howling of the wind, and she turns to lead the filly away, glancing over her shoulder to make sure she was following. There wasn't much around here in the way of caves, but towards the center of the territory, there was a thick copse of pine trees that would provide them enough shelter until the wind and the sea settled enough for her to be on her way home - or wherever it was she was looking to go.

Glancing over her shoulder one last time, Freya pushes her way into the thicket of pine trees. The rough bark scrapes against the sensitive flesh of her belly, but she pushes further, until finally coming into a small empty area just big enough for the two of them. Settling herself in, Freya glances over the filly to make sure she has no external injuries - after all, the journey from one isle to another could be treacherous, especially in the wintertime. "Are you okay?" She asks again, just for good measure. Now that they were away from the beach, it was much easier to hear. "Are you lost?" If she was (it kind of seemed like she was) Freya would help her as best she could.

five. georgian grande. bay dun roan sabino
lead mare of the inlet. no children. pippa.