Meadow

It felt weird the first time he stepped over the borders of the Peak and into the Crossing. The stallion found himself waiting a moment, as if expecting angry mares to burst out of the tree line any minute, eager to round him back up and herd him back to the Peak. But he let out a deep breath instead and pushed forward, knowing it wouldn't happen. He trusted Bozena's word and she told him he was free to go. And to visit again, which made it easier to step over that invisible line and keep walking. He knew he would miss sweet Rhadra and her daughter Izzy, but he could come back and see them once he was sure of Shenzi's fate. First he had to go see about her though. Shaking off the feeling of being watched, the tobiano picked up the pace to a trot, heading into the meadow and toward the water, eager to get to the Cove and find out what happened to the mare he had made a promise to.

He didn't expect to have the familiar scent of a stallion he knew all too well swim so freely into his flared nostrils but it was enough to give him pause as he stepped into the wet sand on the shores of the meadow. Turning his head, his brown gaze searched the Crossing, wondering if Cullen was really here or if he'd just dreamed up the scent.