Time had slipped through the hooves of a red dun. Eyes of blue softly blinked, struggling against the fall light. The clouded one squinted the most, bothered by the cool but kind of warm fall sun that poured onto his back in an almost golden halo. Dark rimmed ears flicked forward, listening to the sounds of the land. He had spent his time on the Ruins, but now it was time to figure out why his muddled mind drug him towards this specific territory.

Tasting the salt of the ocean on his breath and many other horses upon the air, Nahawi was about to turn away. Something instinctive had his gut tightening, unease coiling through his blood. He could feel the land almost, as if it was warning him that he shouldn't be here. However, the red dun never did get the chance to turn away. A certain scent tickled his nostrils, working through his mind and lighting up a memory. It stabbed him then, forcing him to realize that he should have been here a long time ago.

Jerking himself around quickly, Nahawi moved. His hooves took him over the Inlet territory like a pack of wolves were in his rump. Letting his gut and heart guide him, the red dun pushed through trees with sweat lining his frame, lathering between his hind legs and dripping off of his eyes. Looking towards the distance, the stallions eyes landed on her. Heaving heavy breaths as his lean frame trembles, the stallion with barely any memory calls to the one that gave him strength to free himself of the lagoon.