Perhaps she would have heard his pleaful cries. Could have run to his rescue before it was even necessary. If only the sea didn't demand to be heard. With its endless roaring and spraying. Instead its renowned breeze had been stirring her mane and tickling her ears as she walked. Not ran, as she unknowingly should have, she walked. Simply plodding one pale hoof infront of the other, leaving her mark behind. It wouldn't last, of course. The tide would change and wash her memory away. Just as the elements would wash away her remnants when her concious had left this world.
Though none of that mattered now. It was the mass slowly coming into view that would matter. It was a cause for pause at first. Something similar to the sand in color lay in a heap with the strange mistress of the sea beating at it. Her head lifted higher in an attempt at getting a better view. The longer she stood the more she could make out. What she could clearly see was troubling indeed. It was a horse. Perhaps the same size as her, but by its features it was not the same age. There was still an immaturity in their face.
Her first instinct was to hurtle herself down the beach at this young horse's aide. Unfortunately, her second was one dark enough to cause another moment of pause. With the waves constant movement, she could not tell if they were breathing. That thought alone was enough to make her stomach turn. Nonetheless, she began to move once again. One foot infront of the other, her heart beating harder with each step. As she approached it became apparent his nostrils were flaring, heavily, like he had just been running for many miles.
The sand shuffled closer to his splayed mane with the impression of her hooves on their final steps. There she could confirm two things. The first, the horse was alive. Second, it was indeed of a young age.
"What happened to you?" Her words came out in a whisper while her head dipped closer to where he lay. She reached out with her nose to let its pink flesh ruffle his mane. It would be her first attempt to stir them. Though, admittedly, her muscles were still tense. If this stranger was raving mad and wished to harm her, she wasn't going to stick around to let it happen.