Frostfall. Even the word was chilly. The entire world must now be coated in white, different layers of fluffily snow covering the lands. Everything had settled into a peaceful slumber, the warmblooded animals moved slower than usual. The impersonator was heading north. Within her mind there was no intentional path or purpose. The pace she set was slow and careful, hooves placed carefully into the snow. Aware that there was a risk of falling or tumbling, Arah did not want to risk her safety any more by rushing. After all she had no purpose in rushing, with no one waiting on her. That was nice, to finally be able to work at her own pace. She had been trying to meet the demands of others all seasons. Now she finally had some me time, now she was finally ready to relax and think. With her hair trailing behind her, and her eyes set forward, Arah continued on her unknown path.

Now however she had fallen deep into her thoughts, so the awareness level of what was going on around her was practically nill. She was thinking about Lakota, Roland, Valentine and the many others that she had encountered in her travels. She was sorting them into different categories. Friend, enemy, neutral, unknown. Stopping in all movement now, the doe tried to sort Lakota but found herself unable to. She was not unknown, she was a friend but was she more than that? When would they meet again? She had many more questions moving around her head, however she kept coming back to one. When would they meet again? It haunted her to think that never again would she speak to the other mare. The mare who had understood Arah, trusted her and believed in her. Did the first time have to be the last?

The impersonator found herself feeling lonely, a wet feeling on her nose brought her back to the present. How far had she wondered? She looked around, knowing that she had been wondering for a good couple of hours at least. She spotted a tree near by, a soft smile caressed her lips, and she moved towards it. Unpon reaching it she gave it a quick once over, looking for bugs, thrones or anything else out of the ordinary. Seeing nothing she lent against it happily musing over what a great find it was. Her golden eyes where turned forwards and in the distance she stopped two figures. They were clearly of different species, caution and suspicion kept the impersonator by her tree, protected by the great distance between them.

[[OOC note: She's at the back and out of the way. Feel free to skip her if it makes more sense posting wise.]]