Larka had grown quite fond of the desert island. The warmth of the morning sun and the coolness that was the night had taught her how to survive in the deserts that were so familiar to the life once lived by her ancestors. The desert ran in her blood and now it ran through the blood of the young coffee colored colt at her side. Bran was growing quickly in the last few months that had passed since his birth. Already he was testing his body's limitations and his mother's nerves. He would lead her along many a merry charged down the large sloping dunes of the desert island, once, she caught him tormenting a tiny scorpion determined to sting the annoying colt. He managed to avoid the stinger, but not before giving Larka a thorough heart attack. After that moment, she made a point of spending her time teaching him what she remembered of the desert life. She taught him how to find water by tasting the breeze to find the coolest breeze. She taught him how even when water was scarce, one could find water in many places among the desert shrubs and cacti. The homeland of her ancestors had quickly grown on her like the prairie but now, now Liland had up and decided it was time for them to find a new home.

It suprised her when he led them ashore of the island Atlantis, the home of the wolf, Liland's rival. Ears swivel backwards as tension tightens every muscle in her weary body. Bran snorts excitedly but Larka gives him a hard stare, warning him not to venture far from her side. She had seen the wounds that the jungle stallion had left on Liland and was not about to risk the same to Bran. Nudging him gently she leads him from the shallows and onto the shore, her silver blue gaze drawing away from him long enough to examine the thickly covered high hills and bright green scenary. There was no wide open spaces here to run, no warm sun seemed to break through the thick tree canopy, instead it appeared to her dark and foreboding. Twin ears swivel backwards in displeasure but she bite back her tongue. She hoped Liland's reason for moving them was not to stay close to Zjeena, though it appeared to her that way. Bran snorted and flopped down under the shade of a palm tree that hung over the white sand beach, Larka took up her position above him, her back to the ocean and her eyes peeled for danger lurking beneath the thick underbrush.