He woke up from his slumber feeling groggy and out of place. He didn't remember wandering into the Meadow and falling asleep. Why would he do it in the middle of the winter when he had a perfectly good herd land waiting for him? Why couldn't he remember where it was? Or who he had in it? He blinks his eyes slowly, his eyes focusing on a bare stick poking from the blanket of snow around him. His mind whirls, seeming as if there was something he should remember....

It remains elusive.

So he sets it to the side, his mind drifting away from the troubling thoughts as takes a better look at where he was. He remembers the Meadow, had always loved it and the way it was so diverse and so the same. Always new faces, always some familiar. The places were the same but always changing and it settled him firmly more in the now, in the here and when. He manages a small smile as he thinks of this.

It doesn't take him long for his thoughts to go to his daughter, to Myrna her mother. No doubt they are both well. They slide to Quark, to the Jungle family he had loved and adopted into his life as if they were related. Friends and family all wrapped up together. Times just watching the girls play and other times just talking. It hadn't been a complicated relationship.

He stretches his legs out, dragging lines through the clean slate of snow. And then his weight is shifting and he's up on his hooves, standing and then shaking all the snow that had been on him from his nap. It was not that he wasn't someone who would nap when he wanted to, it was the uncertainty rolling around in his gut that said something wasn't right.

He needed to find Willa and make sure she was alright.

And so he went, his legs moving through the snow, even as it tried to drag at him, making him cold. But he wasn't even sure where she would be, so his steps hesitated and he slows, those dark eyes of his looking this way and that as if she ought to be around. She had followed him for so long that he felt as if he was missing a crucial part of himself. He shakes his head again. She was fine, no doubt she was wandering as she was ought to do, as he had mentioned more than once to her that he had done as a child. He tried really hard not to think about the fact that she was young and his daughter for god sakes.

He huffs a sigh from his chest, blowing it out loudly when he sees a smaller figure moving, bounding really through the snow. He cannot help but chuckle, moving closer to her. "Hey there lassie." He says, that lovely lilt adding music to his words. "What are ya doing?"