Étoilie ambles in her four-beat racking gait. She's been traveling for hours and hours... When will she get to rest? She wonders if this is indeed the place she was told to come. Oh, how she wishes her adoptive deer family were here with her! She wishes a good and noble horse will arrive and give her the acceptance that she so desires.
Suddenly, she pricks her ears forward. Is that an oak tree?
Étoilie ambles towards the tree. Once she arrives at its base, she collapses in near exhaustion. Although she is tired, she knows that she must remain alert. Who knows what could be out there in this strange territory?