Through almost knee deep snow, the piebald wades tirelessly. Her stout legs and strong cankles plow across the fluff with ease, and soon she even reaches a well trodden pathway through the snow. The winding road of half-moon cuts and flattened manure piles that winds all the way home from where she is [which is not far from the Basin entrance]. Her raven has flown ahead to show her the way – their connection allows them to share brief images of what the other is seeing. Snow, and snow, and more snow. Somewhere beyond the bare, quiet white there lies the sentinel giants surveying the horizon with home base at their backs. The smallish unicorn jogs daintily between the shit piles, avoiding the same fate as some unfortunate or uncaring travelers had already met by squishing their feet into the excrement. “Why wouldn't you step off the path to poop?” She mumbles this only to herself. Her head shakes and she grumbles beneath her breath, disgust wrinkling her pink nose and twitching her long crystalline whiskers while she moves along.

Lena. Her friend's bay body, the chocolate sheen of her coat and her beautiful matching eyes, flicker into Tangere's mind. Simultaneously Phrixus' strong feet grab a piece of one the sentinels' peaks, peering down at the pair walking into the Basin below, their voices a faint murmur in the cold deep. The raven ruffles, leaning down to eye them a bit harder, croaking affectionately to the mare he easily recognized as his bonded's friend. He waits for Tangere's arrival, staying put up high and away from the ground for now. He;'s unphased by the wind's turbulence, but the machines creak and groan with each slight movement from the force.

The silvery unicorn is soon upon them with a lope. The chore of avoiding dirty ankles and feet made closing the distance a bit longer than usual. Roland and the Songbird are only a few strides ahead, just coming in it seems – she has not seen Roland in quite a long time. She'd once basked in the pools and briefly chatted with him, and promised a walk that was left unfinished, but otherwise has never really known the former Thief. She hopes he would not hold it against her that she wandered, or forgot, or whatever may have happened (she distracts easily), that time they were supposed to take a walk.

Phrixus swoops down to her withers, clutching at his usual spot and leering around her neck to view what is ahead. Tangere lets out a low whicker while she comes up behind them. “Hullo,” Her warm voice melts through a smile as she trots up beside Lena. “Welcome home,” She first gazes to Lena, and then lets her hazelnut eyes find Roland, “And you too Roland.” She remembers the chestnut well, even if they only spoke on one occasion, and quietly wonders if he is here to stay. She thinks better than to ask, and moves on easily. “How is it out there?” She inquires as to how the Frostfall is ravaging (or not ravaging) wherever they came from, as she had not gone far before, only just over the ghostly white plains to dig up some grasses. In fact since Frostfall has hit she has not found any need to leave, for the most part. She's been away for so long. It's time to just be home.