The cold night nipped at the small mare as she picked her way along the forest line. She needed someplace sheltered to sleep. The wind was chilly and it was no good if she ended up sick. But so far every nook was to exposed. Or was already inhabited. The decorated mare shuttered a little thinking of the mama bear she had seen. Thank goodness she had been asleep! Sick was bad, injured was worse. The trees gave way to a small path and, hoping this would be the perfect thing, she followed it. The curved around, cutting off the wind, giving her relief. However if it ended in a dead end, or a hungry mouth, well then...It was back to the cold. And while normally the cold didn't bother her, this was an odd cold, and it cut deep into her body. She didn't like it. It felt...sad.
Moving along the path suddenly a large white shape was in her way. Blinking, she realized it was laying on the ground...and yet it was still much larger then her. A thick mane hid the other's face. Thick and filled with leaves. Unkept. She took no notice of the pine brance laying beside the white mountain, her eye's traveling to the pelt instead. It looked...familiar. Tattered. Smaller... but familiar. And then the rope... even that was familiar and she could not place why. Then a stray breeze fought through the tree's, rustling the mane of the stranger, plowing over Ashia's face.
Her eyes widdened. Could it be... She sniffed gently. There was no mistaking that familiar scent. But he couldn't possibly be alive... Not after so long. Could he? She watched the massive sides raise and lower in breath. In. Out. In... Out... Softly, she let out a nervous whinny. Almost pained.
