Aryel had only been here a day, taking some time to rest after her trip from her home to Helovia. She had caught the faintest scents on the breeze of other equines, but had yet to see any. Aryel knew about horses and unicorns, although she had never seen any up-close. She had stayed away from herds before, and her home herd had been all pegasi.
A gust of wind sent powder snow into her nostrils, and she snorted explosively to drive the tickling coldness out. The tall, stately pine trees blocked some of the wind, but replaced it with an eerie, shadowed quiet broken only by the occasional moan of stray gusts. She didn't like being in enclosed spaces very much.
(If nobody meets Aryel, she stays for a while, then continues deeper into Helovia.)
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.