The silver mare loved her new home. Although the chill seemed unbearable in the beginning, she slowly adjusted until she could almost pretend she liked the way the wind tore at her blonde locks and tried to pierce her skin. It was only a matter of time before she grew a winter coat to protect her year-round.

The tundra was particularly uneventful, though. It took a few days to explore, but after that she simply spent her days memorizing the land and wondering if she should bother searching for drafts to bring home. She had Areo Hotah for company. Did she need more?

A neigh rang out and broke her from her thoughts for the first time in weeks. She lifted her head and gazed across her tundra until she spotted a striking red that stood out from the bleak colors of her cold land. She started at a light trot to approach the figure, trying to determine its height as she grew closer.

The horse was short, about the same height as the herd she left behind.

Her rage clashed within her. She didn't know when she decided short horses were not allowed in her land, but by her pinned ears and bared teeth, she was firmly sticking to her new law. She launched into a gallop and barreled towards the chestnut stallion. His light mane, whipping around in the frequent and harsh wind, almost seemed to disappear and hide within the small patches of snow behind him.

She slowed just quickly enough to keep from crashing into the stranger, but her tail flagged and her head lowered almost to snake and herd him out. "Why do you disgrace my land?" she spat, accent tightening her vowels, drawing closer to snap her teeth in warning.

JASIRIsilver bay roan of the Inlet