Wren felt herself draw up some as he moved closer, his warm breath drifting over her skin as he sniffed her over. Once he stood close; his warmth drifting over her to cut away the worst of the chill, the delicate mare felt herself relax; but only slightly. “My n-name is Wren. she answered, following him curiously once he begun to lead her further inland. Did this mean he was accepting her into his home? At least moving was helping her to warm up as well, the islands trees creating some cover from the wind as her dainty hooves carried her towards the heart of his territory.


“Are there o-others?” the young mare asked, the scent of mares catching in her flared nose. It caused a quiver of excitement to race through her, the chance to have friends! Perhaps she had come to a good place; it could even be considered pretty once she got passed how cold she was. The colors such a stark contrast of pine green, white of snow and dark grey rock peeking through. Her blue eyes then glanced over to the stallion, her dished badger face giving a small toss towards the sky that caused her flaxen mane to bounce along her delicate neck to show her excitement.