He finally took his leave of the Cove after his talk with Solomon. He wasn't sure what the future would hold with the information he gave the tobiano about Cullen and the Lagoon but only time would tell. For now, he was still on a mission and wouldn't rest until that mission as fulfilled. As he made the swim from Tinuvel to Salem, his thoughts were filled with Rhadra and Izzy. How were they doing? Did they miss him? He wondered how much the filly will have grown by the time he came back to see them in the Peak. Would she still remember him? He didn't get to spend as much time with her as he would have liked when she was young and impressionable. He liked staying back at a distance to admire Rhadra's parenting skills. She was an excellent mother. Sighing, he shook the thoughts from his mind and focused on swimming. The air was cold and the water even colder but Salem was known as the Desert island and he wasn't disappointed as he got closer.

The water seemed to warm ten degrees and when he came ashore, all he could see was sand dunes and palm trees. Snorting softly, he shook out his coat and walked the shore line. He didn't want to tresspass into anyone's territory unaware but he needed to know where he was before he gave out a call. The figures of racing arabians and horses with oddly curved ears met him from afar and he had assume he was in the right place. Remembering what Solomon told him, he gave out a call for the lead stallion, wondering if Maslakhat still led here. Hopefully he would have answers to Shenzi's whereabouts.