up on the sun looking sad and beautiful; herds

[Senneth]

up on the sun looking sad and beautiful She alone in the winter winds. The shutter against the cold is evident in her walk. Blessedly the snow was not deep but the ice could prove tragic to the buckskin mare.  She moves delicately as she picks her way through the frozen wastelands that were so vibrant in spring. Nostrils widen as she scents the land when her hooves finally find a bit of firm ground. Some distance off were a few horses chatting, using the weather for warmth. Senneth looks elsewhere for other potential options. Limbs finally tug her along to take some shelter from the chill amongst the furry limbs of a few conifer trees. Senneth