Ashara was grazing quite comfortably on the lush spring vegetation. The winter here was pleasant compared to the cold, food deprived ones she had been used to on her own. Her golden coat gleamed from health and she even carried some extra weight. It was quiet here, but she didn’t mind, her queen was undemanding and her companionship enough. Her social skills were slowly growing and she took pride in her new position, however small.
Honey auricles picked up a faint sound that she disregarded as something in the wind until a clear voice said hello. Startled visage immediately perked in the direction of the sound. She had not witnessed a stranger enter the kingdom before and feared the worst, after all there was a war going on. After a short pause to deliberate, the vixen ventured towards the source of the noise, pace quickening at the site of the young one.
The filly evoked a maternal instinct Ashara didn’t know she had. The poor thing all alone. She wanted to wrap her flaxen nape around her and hold her tight but stopped in front the other. ”My dear, welcome to the Falls. Are you alone?” She spoke with warmth and confidence not exuded before. Visually checking the bay for injuries or ailment but finding none obvious that would cause her to seek the land’s namesake. Patiently and curiously observing the young ones every move, hoping she would stay.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.