Zima was walking through a thick blanket of white powdery white snow, when she heard the call; not to far away at all. She pricked her ears, listening for any other sounds. A small wind picked up, blowing against her and chilling her to the bone. She shivered. Zima studied the frigid terrain intently with blue orbs. When she blinked bits if ice fell off of her eyelashes. As she started out across the land, she realized how lucky she was to have this beautiful place that place that she could now call her home.
Not to long ago she had been an outcast, traveling alone. She had left her birth herd in search of a new beginning, a new life. She had gotten so lonely though. Traveling alone with not a soul to talk to. With thoughts swirling in her mind and no one t tell them to . And then she had met the mare called Huyana who had invited her to live here. A smile traced across her lips.

Zima shivered slightly; either from excitement about attending her first herd meeting, or from the bitter cold snow that was practically up to her knees. This was her first herd meeting. She concentrated where the source of the voice had come from, and headed in that general direction. As she arrived at the meeting spot, she noticed that a few herd members were already there. One of the members, she noticed was very sick looking, and she had pity for him. And the lady Psyche, herself started speaking.

Zima listened to her talk intently, her ears pricked. Because she was so new here, she didn't really know what was going on. But she listened, interested none the less. She was part of this herd, and wanted to know everything that was going on. Some of the herd members spoke up, voicing their opinions. Zima herself didn't say anything. She just wanted to listen, and absorb as much information as she could. She heard Psyche talk about an alliance with the Grey. Zima assumed that it was another herd. She also heard of others protecting the herd.

Even though she had always wanted to be a and dreamed of being healer, she felt a strange burning desire to become a warrior, and to help protect the herd. She surprised herself. She had never agreed with fighting, just for the mere cause of it. She had hated it in fact. But this was different. This was fighting to protect the herd. And that was what she felt herself wanting to do. When the mare a few feet away from her spoke of training, Zima caled out softly, "I know that I am new here, but I wish to train as a soldier to help protect this herd". She didn't just want to be dead weight, and being useless. She wanted to help this herd to the best of her abilities. She stood there and listened to every herd member voice their opinion.