Fierce winds tugged at the lengthening tendrils of Karlach's messy mane, the dark tips slowly but surely growing more flaxen with each passing day. It pleased her to see her coat growing more and more pale, leaving the darkness of her sire's influence behind with each shade she left behind. What did not fade, however, was the strange circular mask around her face that made her eyes glow bright blue against the tepid brown of her coat.

Those same eyes skimmed across the surface of the horizon with the same watchfulness she had inherited from her mother. It hardly seemed necessary considering the bachelors had never made it this far inland in her life, but lessons were lessons and she was doing her best to make her momma proud. The wind brought with it a warmth today that beckoned spring and she drank deep of it, flaring her nostrils wider until the cold air stung her lungs and made her gasp.

This would be her second spring, marking her a yearling now, but she had already decided this was her favorite season. Each day she woke up and trailed across the grounds she could see more and more signs of the world coming to life again. Brown moss bloomed green, bare tree limbs grew tiny buds, and the barren landscape she'd been scouring for food all winter began to awaken. It was like the whole world was celebrating another revolution, another chance, another beginning.

She loved it.

Flicking her dark ears forward for a moment, she lifted her charcoal muzzle and called out in welcome, beckoning company in whatever form it may take, and settled to wait. Surely someone would be stirring with the world, too.