How long had she been here? How long had she been standing here alone staring at these endless rows of trees without scarcely blinking or breathing it seemed. Every so often her breath would escape in a heavy cloud, nostrils billowing as she stared relentlessly. She had separated from her fathers horde unintentionally, loosing the group in a storm along with a few companions but they had left. It looked like spring now... How long had it been? She felt lost. She was loosing track of time, loosing track of herself. How long had it been since she had charged to battle on the wings of war, how long had it been since her heart had pumped adrenaline through her veins… How long was too long? A tremor rippled through her body, flesh trembling above tense muscles. Neck would arch, muscles flexing as she exhaled heavily, trying to expel some of the tension that was slowly eating away at her insides. It didn’t help. Muscles would continue to knot and coil, remaining tensed and rigid even as one massive hoof would lift before slamming down on the ground. Body would tremble with the shock of the impact but muscles refused to release.

She needed release.

Skull would toss savagely to the sky, eyes wide and wild as they rolled in their socket. How long! Another tremor would ripple through her, forcing her into motion. There was no path to follow here, massive pillars beginning to churn as she set off into the forest. She loved the cold, it made her feel alive, it made her feel as though her skin was a being of it’s own. It centered her, it grounded her and she found that even in her wildest moment it made her focus a bit more then normal temperatures. She had spent some time in the mountains before slowly slipping into the forest below and beginning her trek into this land. Hot breath would billow from flared nostrils as she exhaled heavily and shook her head. Eyes were wild as she finally allowed gaze to slip and slither over the rest of her surroundings, she needed to return home. She had been separated from the horde for too long. Her father knew she could handle herself but still. Would he worry? Massive hooves would crunch the underbrush into the ground; feathered legs collecting twigs and dust around the feathering as she moved further inward. How long…