The chill of his heart was slowly warming with every step Signe took. The filly was beyond anything he could ever imagine. Even her mother was beginning to grow on him now that he understood the bond a child could create. This must be why Parvati had so many children though he could never understand the love she had for all those stallions. Even the many lovers of Solomon confused him.

The silver bay sighs as he walks casually across the meadow. He stops only for a short time to grab a bite to eat before returning to his journey to nowhere. Summer has turned the Inlet into flowing streams, beautiful flowers, and lush vegetation. This was the time to show little Signe and her mother just how beautiful Tinuvel could become. Though he preferred the frozen tundra of winter, most went on about the summer months. He assumes Lunette would be the same. His voice rises above the chirping birds to beckon his small family forward.

Sigmund then turns his attention to the trees in the distance. The branches were full of chattering birds enjoying the warmth of the sun. Sometimes he wondered what they were talking about so loudly.