There was something calling from deep within ones bones. The Lagoon was dead silent at the moment so the large red dun stallion soon enough found himself leaving its grasp just for a while. He had heard of many lands over his time in the Lagoon, but for now he was headed to someplace in Tinuvel. He did not know all the names of these places, but his nostrils flared with the need to roam. He was supposed to be back in the Lagoon, but with his boss gone and the other stolen, Nahawi would rather travel just for this season. So, shaking out his body, Nahawi moved off from the Lagoon and into the ocean with a purpose on his mind.

Pulling himself out of the water, Nahawi stopped forward movement as he stared at the ground. Looking at the cold ground, the stallions fur prickled just as the howling wind hit his soaking wet frame. Grunting, the mustang looked up to see that he walked into a storm, one that he should not be in. Sighing, Nahawi shook out his soaking frame before slowly stepping farther into the land. It was cold, something he should be used to considering where he had lived in the past, but he had not been hit this hard with winter head air in a long time. Shivering for a moment, Nahawi looked to the sky before he let his hooves guide him farther into this territory.

Hearing the crunching under his hooves, Nahawi barely registered the sound of canines in the distance. That was, until he stopped. There were wolves way out there, but the growling hiss behind him had the stallions fur prickle as he looked over his shoulder and up the tree he was under. Pinning his ears, Nahawi reared up just as the cougar came down at him wishing to inflict a death blow to his neck.