Kestra's coat is still wet from his first swim, when he plunges into the sea for the second time. His feet move at Nampeyo's direction, guiding him towards a place called Paradise. It's not long before their hooves find the sandy shores of a lush and inviting territory. Kestral notes welcoming scenery, and abundant resources sprawling before them, and knows if Vasilissa finds herself unhappy here, it's not for an empty stomach.

The stallion is what some might call a handsome stallion, tall and well built. His coat glistens, in the afternoon light. A dizzying pattern of high contrast leopard spots set him apart. His mane clings damply to his neck, and his tail leaves a trail of seawater to darken the sand in his wake.

He stands without fear, his alabaster head held high, and legs standing firm on the sand, but his body language is not aggressive. Long ears prick forward, and dark eyes hold a far off look, even as they scan the treeline for movement. Kestral does what any stranger should do when entering another's territory. He issues a call from where he stands on the shore. His nicker rings loud, and as it trials off, the harsh cry of a hawk carries it forward. The shadow of the hawk passes over them, and disappears into the trees ahead.