There was a twinge of apprehension that flooded through Wynter's body as she took in the vista before her hooded gaze. She had spent time away from the herd of Thunderbird as she attempted to recover from her injuries that she had sustained during the attack. Her wounds had healed sufficiently enough that she had been able to regain the method or transportation in which she was most comfortable: that of flight. The mare had been practicing various aerial flight patterns since she had realized that it no longer pained her to fly, however there was still the fact that she had not flown for long periods of time or done any real strenuous work. There was still a small amount of doubt in her mind that she would fail in her upcoming ascent to return to the valley in the mountains.
Spending time away from the herd that had allowed her to stay had been a little beneficial. Although it was limited Wynter Fury had picked up a little knowledge of the art of healing. Mostly it was common enough knowledge but to the mare it was invaluable information. As a mixed breed of kalona and wind heritage Wynter had at first no need to learn of such things. That had all changed after her first, unpleasant encounter that had left a psychological scar deep within her mind. The need to learn something grew within her as the physical scars that she now bore began to fade from her body.
It was strange to think of how her time here had already changed her. Wynter was anxious to prove her loyalty to the Thunderbird Herd and in that regard, she needed to return on the wings that had been graced to her upon her birth. Only by doing so she hoped that she could prove to both Stormwild and Balrog that she was trustworthy enough to remain. There was also the fact that she missed the small amount of camaraderie that she had forged with Canaan. The stallion had been assigned to show her the ropes and Wynter had found him pleasant enough company. There was not any more to that end besides that she missed talking with him. He had shown her kindness when others had been wary of her presence.
Taking a deep breath Wynter rearranged the satchel around her neck so that the pouch lie against the front of her neck. She had gathered various herbs on what had been an interesting journey back to the mountain range. Parts of it had been spent in the air and others on the ground. Knowing that she was delaying the start of her flight Wynter grimaced one final time and began the process of taking off from the ground. Her wings strained to provide her with the lift that would see her off the ground and into the air. With continued diligence and with listening to the demands of her body she would see her way back home.
