NAMI

Nami had remained behind for a few days when Olaf had told her about the territory he had claimed as his own, her hopes still pinned half-heartedly on Orochi returning to the area they had washed up on those few weeks ago. But he did not return, and she knew that it would be more sensible to follow the one companion she had made thus far than to remain behind alone.

Olaf did not corral her in the same way as she had seen him try to do to a few mares on the Crossing, but he hardly had reason to. She was too old to be breeding stock, and her days of purposeless disobedience were long since over – Olaf had treated her kindly thus far, and she needed no further reason to continue to seek out his company.

So she made her way to Salem, which she soon discovered was nothing like what she had seen of the islands so far. Damp and salty from her swim, she pulled herself onto the scorching sands of the Dunes. The shifting ground was unfamiliar beneath her hooves, interspersed with spiky tufts of dry grass. The sun gazed down across the lands unforgivingly, and Nami squinted as she climbed the slope that led up from the beach.

She huffed lightly, the mingled grey and white of her pelt mottled with yellow-red sand that flicked up from beneath her big hooves with each heavy step. She paused to shake the excess water from her body, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Olaf or any of the other mares he had been attempting to gather up.

{ a heart of steel starts to grow }
grey . percheron mutt . 16.0hh