Hollowshank vaguely remembered who Fly was, but she did not remember that it was the boss mare’s job to lead the herd. As such, she barely noticed as her mother slowed to await Fly’s guidance and ploughed on after the mare and foal who were already on the move. He mother had told her not to fall behind so surely that meant keeping up with whoever was moving. Her ears twitched as she heard the tall mare call for her from somewhere behind but she didn’t bother to turn and find out what she wanted; she would learn that when the rest of the herd got wherever they were going.

As the sooty girl followed the path felled by the dainty-looking white mare, the foal that had accompanied that mare slowed to join her. Hollowshank couldn’t remember if she had met him before, nor did she know that he was brother – though that would have not changed her thoughts regardless. He extended his muzzle to her and she did the same in return. His scent rang no bells in her head but that was not usual. He asked if she knew where they were going and the shiny girl’s brow wrinkled briefly with thought, ”I. I’m not sure.” She admitted uncertainly, ”Am I supposed to? Do you?”

Just then, Fly moves past them and she doesn’t appear pleased. Hollowshank snorted softly, trying to wrack her brains for what they might have done to offend the boss mare. She looked quietly to Rownan, ”Have we done something wrong?” she whispered, not wishing to offend Fly any further.