This territory changes hooves so many times it was beginning to give her whiplash. She had been excited about having a female leader she could possibly get along with, but the mare was gone before she got the chance to properly meet her. Now the Dunes had the strong stench of stallion musk again. Had that one family come back to reclaim the place? She thought that at first, but this male didn't smell familiar. Scorpio may not have met many members of the last few herds, but living among them she had committed their scents to memory. This new scent was very different. It was scary in a way because she knew not everyone could be nice. With all the new traffic around Salem she could only assume someone with bad intentions would come along one day. Hopefully it wouldn't be today.

The faded red mare moves crossed the sand dunes with ease. It has been two years since she came back here and met Maslakhat who told about some of her father's history. Salem was rich with the history of her ancestors, as well as, the more recent events of her mother's side of the family. Her grandfather had once been the Dune's leader and her grandmother had been it's lead mare. Mother was their only child, but she went on to have three children before leaving the islands for the birth home her father spoke so fondly about. Scorpio's father had been the Dune's leader at the time of her birth, but he lost his home to a back and forth scuffle with a mare who had the territory before him. According to Maslakhat, Bahadir's father had once been an important leader here too.

With all that history and leadership blood you would think Scorpio would just take over this place in name of both sides of her family. She had thought about it once, but she just didn't feel like she had the personality for it. Her will was not to be anything other than average. She didn't care to stand out or be special. Just normal was perfectly fine, but having some company would be nice. The young mare sighs as she reaches the top of a large Dunes. She looks over over the rest of the land as the lowering sun cast an orange glow over the land. It was pretty just to look at the sand, but she wouldn't mind finding another friendly face in the emptiness.