It had been a long time in coming for the small herd to find a home of their own, and to see their small population blossom with new members, and soon to be new life. The waiting had eventually paid off when they found Morbid, or rather Morbid found them, and not only joined up with the small herd, but established a territory all their own. For the sickly Innops, it was quite possibly a lifesaver, and meant that she had a better shot at surviving the cold months ahead.

Icefell was finding a few minutes to relax as she surveyed her land. It was clear by looking at the lead mare that she had a growing foal in her, and she was finding all she could to eat and help nourish the new life. Even during this rough time of year, Morbid had picked a perfect place for the mares, and there was plenty to be foraged for now, and even though she could smell wolves on the wind, they had yet to come across any of the predators. Sighing contentedly to herself, the dappled horse scratched the side of her neck leisurely against the rough bark of an old maple tree, and continue to look out at the land.