It was confirmed through the thoughtful gesturing of the blue-eyed black, that indeed each of their names had been given. Vu and Hildegunn, her thoughts rambled for the final time. The paler coated girl grinned broadly, affably, more or less wrapped in her own agenda and less so the tension still undeniably taught between Vu and the male - who had by then, vacated the precinct. It seemed as though the murky, mottled stallion had not quite heard her plea before he’d gone, though queer it seemed given the rise of suffocating, awkward silence which at the time of her asking, had smothered their small party.

Hardly deterred from her quest, the young Fjord called after him, “Ditt navn?” Alas, his ears were stone deaf and Hildegunn turned with a small shrug of her tawny shoulders as his shadowy form dissolved entirely into the flanking tree-line. “Skam…” she barely whispered, a little disheartened, warm, brown eyes coming to rest loosely on the still darker silhouette of Vu, “Jeg vil gjerne vite navnet hans.” Though his body language quite clearly demonstrated a preference for privacy, the Fjord’s desire for company far outweighed any level of common-sense - she had been searching this vast, lonely continent for life for so long now, that she was not for one second planning to throw away an opportunity such as this. With her voice roused only enough to touch the ears of the ebony girl, she suggested they go also, “Vi går,” and gestured in the direction of his departure with a gentle shift of sooty lips.

Within that same moment, the other mare spoke too and then stepped conveniently off after him.

It was true that Hildegunn was quite oblivious to the nature of the conversation before held between her companions, friends (she presumed both boldly and innocently enough). She had not realised that the other female wished to lead them to safety, some place beyond the frosty fingers of the winter night perhaps, although the shaggy dun was hardly bothered by the cold. Quietly, she also stepped away through their little clearing, gaze wandering just briefly by the glittering expanse of midnight overhead and soon she found herself buried beneath interwoven boughs, groaning and grinding against one another awfully.

Nostrils fluttered and sucked greedily as they teased across the sodden, slushy surface of the earth, searching for trace of their game eagerly and surely enough, his scent lay still as thick as pollen might upon a warm wind. Soon though she grew tired of the effort required to track, and leant heavily instead on the path of the ghostly-black, not far ahead.