Willa had awoken with the birds in the early morning of the Prairie. As their early songs filled the air, so did her gently humming. She roused herself from her sleeping spot with a stretch. Since she was young, Willa had found the most flowery and soft places to bed down each night. (It was not so easy when winter came.) Petals clung to her hair as she stood, surviving even a shake to loosen the dirt from her fur. She blinked her pale blue eyes as she stared out across the prairie. Normally it was dotted with all manner of flowers in varying colors, but now they were sparse and the ones that did survive were bitten by the frost. Quietly Willa began to move through the throng of sleeping horses that made up her family, dropping her muzzle to nudge affectionately at the mane of her sister, her mother, and her father as she passed each one of them.

She felt much better as she moved around, the sun warm on her back despite the frigid chill in the air. She wondered if it would snow this year, and when it might. She loved her flowers and sunshine, but snowfall was beautiful. She could see Tinuvel from the Prairie, the edge of the Bay and part of the Inlet visible from the coast of Luthien. She'd never left Luthien, and she never planned to. While some of her sisters and brothers had grand aspirations of leaving home and finding new families, Willa had no interest. Everything she had ever needed was right here.

She sighed gently, stopping to lower her head to sniff a particularly lovely frost-dusted pink flower. It smelled sweet, despite the winter chill, and she brushed her muzzle across it's cold petals. She marveled at it's resilience before continuing her walk through the prairie grass.