Sabe has been around these lands called Beqanna for a few seasons. She has interacted with a few horses but none who could offer her a permanent home. She was still in hope that she could find a home in these lands.

Her muzzle was close to the ground as she sniffed the blades of grass beneath her. With every breath a cloud of steam would emulate off her muzzle. The air was brittle and only getting colder, she had hoped she could find a home before the snow would drop. Grabbing a mouth full of grass she raised her head and looked around hoping to find a horse to befriend. It was courting season and there was horses all around her. She found herself continuing to move until they were out of sight, resting beneath an almost bare tree she gave a snort and lowered her head to continue grazing.