The silver mare's ear flicked, picking out a sound separate from the shrieking of the wind. She didn't know when her ears had become so fine-tuned in the wind, but she still swung her head to observe the rest of her herd and step closer to Areo Hotah. Her eyes glowed with a mix of relief and concern to see him looking just as miserable as herself. She shook out her mane and nickered over the wind to him.

"The spring will come soon," she promised him, "and with it, the bay herd. They won't be happy we survived." A sort of grin lit over her features, and the wind biting into her hide didn't seem quite as horrendous for a few moments. She raised her head to scan the sky, wondering if the clouds above would torment them with another blizzard before the spring. She wished there was a better place to camp out rather than beside these cliffs. She was sure her tundra held more secrets she had yet to find.

The draft turned her attention back to Areo Hotah. "Tell me more about your home." She hoped the stallion had more stories to share so they could both be distracted by the wind and chill. If she remembered correctly, his previous home had been in a desert. She almost wished she had been smart enough to claim a warmer home.