Taking a break from the Cove was much deserved coming from a small herd to a large one. Still, there was only one other place she would like to go and it would be dangerous. But danger was her middle name. She walks the snow-covered forest until she reaches the invisible barrier between the Cove and the Inlet. Brunhild doesn’t hesitate to cross the territories, taking pleasure in the defiance. The wonder she had as a filly was almost gone with the harsh winter and the harsh life this land has provided her family. She used to be happy.

One by one, her playmates of the Inlet had disappeared and now her parents were no longer in power. She was no longer a Princess, no longer a resident of the Inlet. She was Brunhild of the Cove, daughter of the Regent. The title felt so ordinary compared to the Princess of the whole island. At least she could say her family was alive especially her father after his brush of death with the wolves. Brunhild wonders if the wolves had struck here too and dismantled any of the new herd settling in. That would be nice.

A smirk falls upon her lips at the thought as she continues to walk slowly through the Inlet woods. Someone was bound to find her soon, she would rather it be the new leader, so she decides to make herself known to them. Boldly, the filly calls out for Bjorn. She would enjoy a meeting with the stallion who overthrew her father and drove her family from their home.