The stallion was young; much too young in Fly's opinion to become a herd stallion. He was thinly made without the feathers along his legs to keep him warm in the frigid temperatures and snow. The bay believed he did not belong here.


"My name is Fly and this is Hollowshank" she replied to Nephilim. "And I could as easily ask where your mother is" she retorted, though the spark in her eye showed the mischievousness that still lingered despite her mature age. With a flick of her tail she quickly dismissed the sarcastic joke as this was serious business. "I am the lead mare of the Bay. Soljor; the previous stallion of this land is no longer here. We are the remains of his herd" She said, before a soft sigh escaped her lips. "You have no winter coat and dripping wet; come, follow me before you catch your death."


Turning away, she reached out to nudge at Hollowshank to stay close to her before she began to pick her way through the snow and back inland. For awhile she just retraced her steps making for easier travel but that did not last forever and she was forced to make a new trail; her broad chest and legs plowing through the snow. But in all it was not very far before Fly stopped before the caves. She scented the air and found nothing dangerous and so entered inside out of the wind and cold air before turning back to the stallion so they could resume matters of business.