Kou was my guide and my safety, but I felt something missing inside of me. I yearned for something more, another voice I had grown familiar with in my dark world. My father. D'artagnan. The one time I decided to ask mother Kou why I felt this way she looked so sad and hurt. She replied with little information, and it seemed difficult, so I decided not to ask again. I felt her pain. I wanted him, too.
Settling now I pressed into Mother Kou's side. She was my strength. I looked around carefully, taking in the sights around me. Ice blue eyes lifted and found the first other unicorn I had met. His strong body looked different, ragged, torn. He smelled differently, too, and I did not like it. Taking a couple of steps back I moved my small body as much as I could underneath Mother Kou, drawing warmth from her. Many more approached and I watched each of them carefully. The all looked ragged, torn; they all resembled the spotted one's scent as well.