Now the dunes weren't really getting cold atleast not during the day. The night time here was very very cold to begin with. When one thinks of desert they only think of the heat not realizing how cold it got at night. However, as much as she would love to continue visiting Bjorn on the ridge, she was getting fatter each day and his foal grew within her womb. She had told him she would not brave the waters again while pregnant. Especially because the ridge would be getting cold and she couldn't risk getting sick.

Her nostrils flare as she walks the dunes calmly for quiet some time but then her nostrils flare more and she comes to a halt as she tastes the air again. A new scent one she knew not. She pawed the ground as she sniffed again. Mare, Even though a mare scent didn't necessarily mean a peaceful wanderer she was a tad bit more at ease.

She moves now across the dunes and soon sees the mare down below. She studies her before moving to stop by her.Greetings, I am Shaydowfax, Queen of the dunes. May I help you?She asks her ears on the mare. During her time here there had only been one stallion other then her son Kalona here. So perhaps this mare was seeking refuge from stallions or perhaps she was lost.

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