Wintersweet, who had done much to help Icewine in the past, now was too spent to do much more than rest her nose into the floor of the cave so that she might sleep. Icewine was the only one left, his body placed suddenly between his two mares and the interloper - who apparently wasn’t an interloper at all.

Icewine trembles with the fear of the coming confrontation, the adrenaline of the run, the unknown - but still he does not abandon his post. He had been lucky not to run into someone truly hellbent on making trouble with him over Celestine and Wintersweet. He wondered if this was, at last, his first time to be torn down.

"The ice storm chased us up from the Meadow as it swept north." Wintersweet mutters, cueing Icewine not to just stand defensively between the other one who took refuge in the cave cul de sac now with them. "I am… new here. I do not know the lands as Wintersweet does. I only wanted us safe and this cave was the first that did not face into the winds that we passed on our retreat." He blinks, shaking his whole body more out of compulsion than acknowledging the safety of this other creature.

His already frosted sabino-roan coat looks nearly white. His dark mane hangs in dreads of ice and snow. His wine-colored face is drawn and worn. "We hadn’t thought about much other than not getting caught out in the open-- is this your territory? I am sorry for our intrusion but we ran for our lives..."