It wasn't long until a smudge appeared on the horizon.

Noticeably it came forward, as the smug took form, and eventually color as the spotted mare made haste for the shoreline. It was no time before she was upon the larger grey mare; even though she had ample opportunity to take notice it was very clear that the spotted mare didn't. She paused, staring at her, looking a little shocked. She didn't expect anyone here – not a soul. She gave a quick look around before focusing on Nami once more.

“ Oh, hello. “ her accented voice rang out in the open immensity of the dunes and the crashing sea not too far from them. The salty kelpy scent of the air was very strong, and Warsong was feeling a little antsy. “ I did not expect to see...you..” Or anyone, for that matter. “ ...Here. “ Her ears flicked forward and back as she studied the mare. “ ..Who are you? And where is he. “ she asked, referring to Olaf. She had expected he drove her here – just as he had with her. Though when his immediate presence wasn't there, she relaxed a bit...and found it curious.

Warsong was known for being something of a runner. Not because she feared – but because she was a wanderer. She never let anyone stand in front of her. Not her family, not her children, not even Olaf, and that was the nature of their relationship. She left, he often came looking. But Nami's presence was an interesting turn of events.

WARSONG

save your breath.
you'll need it for when i tear you limb from limb.