It had been days since she had been in the land of ice and snow, where her mother had most likely frozen to death. This was the thought that struck her now. It took root in her mind and repeated endlessly, coupled by the memory of the woman's voice - telling her that this was all such a bad idea. She should have never left. She should have remained there in the ice with her dam, watching her waste away with her sorrow. But Hiedrun could not do that. To just give up and die waiting for the world to happen; this was something her mother had always preached for, but the girl could not follow through. She had to be the force in the world, she had to do the good thing and seek out a new path in her own life. The goodness of her act - of fleeing from the steppe - was marred upon her return. Would her mother still be alive if she had just, never returned? Did the act of going home to her effectively lead to her end? These Schroedinger thoughts plagued her as she moved. Her dark body making good time as it cross through the hills, across the grasslands, all the way south to the threshold; she had never been this far from home. But, then again, where was home?

Hiedrun hoped to remedy her problems with this trip. She moved carefully, but as swiftly as her large self would allow - cantering for a while, until the smooth gait became too much for her weary self to handle. As she neared the entryway to the lands, she caught the scent of others. There were horses, like her, and a variety of other things she had never before recognized; her mother had told stories of them, of course. Of Pegasi and Unicorn, of strange hybrids, but it was all just nonsense to her. They had lived in such a remote are that Hiedrun had rarely seen hide nor hair of another creature - they had been safe, but it had been lonely. Hiedrun let out an irregular snort, her nostrils flaring in that instant. Her clamped tail showing her uncertainty, her fear - while her black hide shone with a sweaty sheen. What was she to do now? Stand around and wait for the Gods to decide her fate? This was something that unsettled her further. Hiedrun was not zealous, she was not spiritual. There was a better chance that she'd take matters in to her own power than leave her fate to anyone else, especially the unseen forces around her. But she knew it was foolish to give up the teachings of her mother in their entirety.

With another snort, Hiedrun rested herself. She stood with her head slightly lowered, and tried her best to relax as she waited for her new life to begin. Her head was full of doubts and misgivings, while her body occasionally quaked with an expectant apprehension.