The wind tugged at the pale tendrils of her mane, twisting the thick strands into tangled locks that thumped against her neck with every stride. Sometimes she felt that if she could run just a little faster, gain just a little more height, she could take off into that guilless blue sky and fly across the planet like the birds she adored watching.

It hadn't happened yet, but that didn't mean it never would.

Cool autumn wind raced across her distended nostrils, filling her lungs with the crispness of the season, promising chilly nights and pretty leaves and frosted grass. She loved autumn. Of course, she loved spring and summer and winter too, but autumn was here and she was so happy for it. She gasped for breath as the sight of Toland and his mare broke her line of vision, a grin already stealing across her pale lips.

Morrigan had not met her herdmates, having been far too busy acquainting herself with all of Luthien to seek them out, but she held no animosity towards them. As she jogged in the pair's direction, she offered a bright nicker of hello and then settled close enough to speak, her gaze resting on the handsome stallion that had rescued her from the Commons. "It is a good day for a run," she commented tipping her head to the side. "Would the two of you like to join me?"

If such an invitation was strange, Morrigan did not feel it. She enjoyed running, and she thought she might enjoy company while she did it, but she would hold no hard feelings if the two of them dismissed her instead. There was a hold island to occupy her thoughts, and a million more places in the Forest alone that she had not seen or experienced with her own eyes, ears and muzzle.