She followed the raven that soared above, her eyes glued to the bird's splayed-open wings. He had led her on a merry chase across the common lands between the islands for the better part of the morning, forcing the young Salem mare to work to keep up. Her desert lungs were ill-equipped for the chilly autumn air of the Crossing, and yet she had enjoyed every moment of her trek. It reminded her of her girlhood days chasing the hawks that soared above Salem, and made her feel as though she were being led to where she was supposed to be - wherever that was.

Above, the bird twisted abruptly, abandoning its flight to settle high into the branches of a pine tree, only to caw down at her loudly. Wynn wasn't sure whether it was censure or laughter, but a chuckle bubbled up from her anyway. Joy radiated from her expression as she drew to a stop, her sides heaving with the effort of trying to regain her breath. "Caw to you too, miser." She huffed, her pretty freckled hide damped by sweat.

She peered around her while the bird was occupied, not entirely certain where she had ended up. Wherever it was, it was certainly pretty. Mountains higher than anything she had ever seen on Salem stretched high into the sky, practically touching the clouds with their tips, and forests of tall trees rimmed their bases. Perhaps most striking for the girl was how painfully green everything was. Everywhere she looked, the verdant color stuck out at her, so unlike her birthplace. Her gaze shifted briefly as she spotted another equine, and eagerness brightened her gaze.

"You stay right there, mister bird," she murmured to the creature that had led her here, and then jogged lightly toward the other horse. Once she was close enough, she whickered in a friendly manner and offered an easy smile. "Hi - I don't suppose you might be able to tell me where I am? I kind of lost track on the way here."