The wind picked up, streaming across the bleak landscape, the forest rippled as if some giant invisible hand had reached down and run over the tops of the trees. The keening of the wind in the branches loud enough to mask almost every other sound, only the occasional snap or crash as brunches and the odd tree succumbed to the wild ferocity of the storm and crashed to the ground.
Deep within the forest were the trees were more densely packed, the trunks wider around than the mare herself, a lone kirin stood taking shelter from the worst of the gale. Backed up under a low overhang of rocks, she shivered faintly when ever the sharp wind cut through the forest growth to lash the foliage, uproot shall-growing shrubs and whip her mane back against her neck. The trees creaked and groaned under the force of nature's fury but they were ancient and strong and withstood the battering as the slender mare sheltered among their shadows.
