Jasiri shivered with the rest of her herd.

Her tundra was quiet, but she continued to push her herd to walk along the side of the cliff, to keep their blood pumping before they fell into a never-ending sleep. Right now, one death might mean the death of the herd. She didn't know how anyone would survive without the heat of other bodies against their own during one of the many blizzards that raged throughout the days.

The silver mare lifted her head to scan her tundra, wary of predators looking for easy prey (though all the drafts of her herd were certainly not easy prey) or any wanderers. It seemed the winter lured even more horses in from the frothy ocean. Her brown eyes spied a red shape, standing out vividly against the whites and greys of her tundra. She broke from her herd at a trot.

Her vision almost blurred red at the thought of Ennuis, but as she grew closer she noticed the large splashes of white across the stranger's coat. Ennuis' coat was a different shape of chestnut, as well. She moved into a long canter and pulled herself up close to the stallion. Her neck snaked out to nip his rump and herd him back towards the rest of the drafts.

As much as she despised claiming a non-draft horse, the herd needed the warmth of another body.