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KENREN
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CAVALLO
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Season: Summer Year: One
Major Weather: The summer is starting to show signs of being one of the worst yet, with temperatures already climbing and the water beginning to dry up in the furthest reaches of the South.
Times were tough, as always in the land to the south of the mountains. It was a part of life to struggle and try to find a way to survive. Her mother had raised her as a loner but instilled in her the necessities of being tough and hardy in this trying landscape. Whitenose had prevailed and avoided the sin of joining with the Northerners. Stealing from them? Now, that was an entirely different story but not one she was pursuing today. Today she was instead on a mission, one that her mother always warned against. Joining a herd. They would stab you in the back, it's against logic trying to share resources, yada yada. She didn't care. Her mother had done fine raising her and giving her common sense but the woman was an old, angry bat and she would not live in fear of joining a herd forever. As solitary as she was sometimes she couldn't deny the fact that she was a herd animal. It was in her blood to migrate to others of her kind, even if she stood silently around them. It was difficult to live in this land without someone to help watch your back but after years of not doing anything about it... she was going to do something about it.
Her hooves carried her down towards the slow-moving river, she followed it all the way up to the rather greener lands of the Hope River Herd. That was what they were called right? She didn't know specifics, only that there was a herd that lived here and took in others when things got a bit too rough. As far as the Southern herds went these guys were one of the nicer ones but still tough, or so the rumors went. There was usually some grain of truth in rumor so she was inclined to believe most of it.
She stopped moving, coming to a halt just outside of what she thought of as the borders. Her head raised, ears pressed forward as she attempted to spy any sort of life out there... So far there was nothing. Her head lowered as she kept her eyes ahead while her ears radar-ed around trying to pick up the sound of any sort of other creature around. Predators or horse alike, no one was going to be sneaking up on her as she waited to see who would welcome her or turn her away. Either was entirely likely and she was prepared for any sort of approach.
