As the weather warmed up, Scarlet's joints stopped aching and complaining. She wasn't as young as she felt, after all, and the white blaze in her black mane was beginning to grow and take over. Winter was hard for her, and often the pain in her bones kept her still for hours at a time. Next winter she may have to go back with her two leggers for care... she would not burden any of her children, not with their own broods to care for.

But that was an issue for the following winter. Now the sun was shining warm and comfortable on her back and pain was far from her mind. She couldn't bound and leap anymore, but she did enjoy her walks into the forest to gather what she would need for the week. The scent of leaves and grass underhoof, the dappled light through the trees... it made her feel like a filly again. with Daytona gone off on one of his adventures, she was able to quietly revel in the feeling of youth as she put her prizes away.

Hmm, yes. Something deep within Scarlet told her that this would be a very good day.