Jasiri dug into the snow, desperately searching for the bitter, dry grass she had survived on for the entire winter. She had led her herd in a sort of U-shape, keeping close to the cliffs before passing by the ocean to the other side of the craggy rocks. She had avoided this side of her territory since the blizzards started, and now she could only hope more grass would be on this side. They had devoured the rest of it.

She was rewarded with the sight of tiny stalks peeking up from the snow. The silver mare nickered happily, but before she could reveal a full mouthful, a whinny rang out across her land. She turned from her current task and broke into a canter, heading towards the sound. Her ears flipped back in annoyance. If it was that chestnut stallion here to "pass through" again, she would chase him back to the mainland.

The draft was pleasantly surprised to see a slightly darker figure trudging through the snow. Still, the stranger was in her tundra and she wasn't about to ignore the insult. She whinnied loudly and dug her hooves into the snow to stop her from crashing into the other mare, spraying some of the snow on the mare and onto the undisturbed area around her. "What is your purpose?" she demanded, her head turning to the side to examine the stranger with one eye.

This was the second mare to intrude onto her home, and she wasn't ready to add another mbwa jike to her herd.